She had already decided on where she was going to go to execute her plan tomorrow morning, the first place she was going to visit was already decided. "I'll go to his school first," Violet said, making sure the plan she had made was well thought out and didn't pose any risks. "Miss Lucy was right, I shouldn't have told Victor. I hope he doesn't come tomorrow to see me."The girl with the golden blonde mane rested her chin on her head, staring at her makeup tools and then playing with one of them in the same, repetitive motion. She suddenly felt curious about what Victor was doing. "What is he doing now... I wonder," she muttered absently.A moment later, Violet caught her cell phone's presence. A cell phone that was always empty and that she never used except to call her mother. As she looked at the phone, Violet remembered what Victor had said that day."If it's you, no matter how busy I am, I'll pick up."Those were the words of Victor that Violet remembered. It made Violet smil
Violet opened her eyes when the sun had not yet risen from the horizon. It wasn't that her sleepiness was over, she could still feel her eyes heavy to open but her body refused to fall asleep after her sleep was interrupted by the chill in the air. She sat on the edge of her bed, silent and remembering her night. A typical night, she had finished her outing with Victor and ended up having dinner together. After that she returned and soon decided to go to bed. However, she distinctly remembers not wearing long-sleeved pajamas last night. She only wore a sleeveless nightgown and that was probably the reason she woke up from the cold. Violet looked back at the bed, looking at the blanket she had worn last night. Her brow furrowed faintly. "Did I wear a blanket last night?" she asked herself. As far as she could remember, Violet hadn't worn any blankets or cloths to keep her body warm. It was because she was too tired, and felt unable to keep her eyes open long enough to even put on he
The girl with shoulder-length blonde hair gaped in surprise, while Jessie was also surprised at her response. “You didn’t?” asked Jessie in a more depressed voice, Alexa, who was curious about Jessie’s intentions, also brought her face closer so she could hear more clearly. But what she heard was truly shocking. A Victor Leighton? Wanting to ‘touch’ a woman more than just touching in general? He must really like Violet to do that. If that’s what Alexa thought. But her thoughts, which might have resonated with Jessie, were quashed by Violet’s quick shake of her head. She certainly understood what Jessie meant by ‘doing it’. Yes... it was making hot love on the same bed. But really, Violet didn’t do it. Let alone do anything of the sort, Violet didn’t even know that Victor had come to visit last night. “I didn’t know Victor came to my room.” Her answer was both surprising and disappointing. Jessie and Alexa dropped their shoulders limply, and for some reason Violet felt guilty that
Violet looked at Alexa. Her eyes blinked a few times without knowing what she was going to say. The truth was, getting to know Victor as his woman wasn't something Violet had thought about. She just needed information, not to get to know the man so they could become closer. "I don't think I want to get to know him, Miss Alexa." Violet's answer made Alexa frown in surprise. "You don't like Victor?" Yes, of course Violet didn't like him. Wasn't that obvious? How could Violet possibly like a man who would get his hands dirty so easily? But if she said that, Alexa would surely take offense and make their relationship worse. "I just don't feel that I'm comfortable around him. Ever since I was a kid I used to live with friendly people, they greeted me with a warm smile. Victor made me feel like I was experiencing culture shock, the difference in his attitude towards me and the people I used to live with made me a little surprised." "I understand... you're just not used to it yet. Wel
"Yellow Crowl?" Victor Leighton repeats the name in a questioning tone, confirming what he heard from Draven just now.The long man nodded as he turned his face away, slowly exhaling the cigarette smoke that was lingering in his mouth. "Troublesome," he said with a look that seemed very burdened.Of course it was a task that Draven could not possibly handle alone. He realized that he was not on the same level as Johnny to be tasked with managing a group of sadistic people like the Yellow Crowl.Yellow Crowl was one of the longest-established underground organizations. It was a group of professional assassins, renowned in the underground world for their prowess in carrying out their actions and of course... a ferocity that no longer reflected human nature.Why did Victor call them a troublesome group? Because in that group, everyone has been brainwashed so that in their minds there is only the word 'kill'. They don't even hesitate to kill people who have nothing to do with their mi
Violet didn’t expect to get additional information for free. Her original intention was not to find out what Victor was like when he was in school, but to find out if there was any information about people from Victor’s past who were related to his family. But since what she heard wasn’t information that she really didn’t need to hear, Violet would take the time to listen.“Didn’t Victor join any student organizations or clubs?” Violet asked, like she was getting interested in the topic at hand.“No, not at all. Although joining clubs is mandatory for all students, Victor has absolutely no interest in such things. He just sits, studies, and goes home.” Ah... Violet understood. She had been wrong to expect Victor at school to be different from who he was now. They were still the same Victor, nothing had changed since then.“Having said that, I’m glad to know that Victor has a sense of attraction to women. I thought he didn’t have anything like that, hahaha.” Beatrice laughed. Although
"I've heard quite a few stories about you from my people, Miss Violet." As you already know, Violet and the members of the Melrose House are currently hosting a tea party with the wife of the leader of a notorious New Orleans mafia gang, Scarlett Smith. Those words had come from the lips of the star of the day. That woman truly exuded the image of a leader's wife. The way she used body language, the way she looked, and even the way she spoke, was elegant. Instead of looking like the wife of the leader of a criminal organization, she was more like the empress of a great empire. Violet had been silent, listening to the women's conversation without speaking. Actually, just watching how beautiful Scarlett was just chatting, she could be dumbstruck and mesmerized for a few seconds. But when seen from Scarlett's perspective, everything changed. She thought that Violet had been silent because she couldn't enter the conversation. That was probably the reason why Scarlett, who had been busy
“Very well, ma’am. I’ll try.” Seeing the look on Violet’s face when she said that, Alexa brought her face closer to Lucy. “Look at Mrs. Scarlett trying to find a wife for her son.” “She’s afraid Victor won’t get married because of his murderous hobby, hihihi.” Yes... with the size of the table that didn’t cut across a province, Scarlett was certainly able to hear Alexa and Lucy’s conversation. The woman who was almost 50 years old said, “Alexa, Lucy... you need more reliable tricks to talk about me secretly on a table this small.” Alexa and Lucy stammered, fearful of being punished or humiliated. Lucy just glanced over and continued sipping her tea, while Emma didn’t care at all. The girl was only focused on the sweet treats on the table. Seeing her, Lucy had a nosy idea. She, who sat closest to Emma, brought her face closer to the woman and whispered, “If you get fat from eating these sweets, Draven will throw you away like releasing a pig into the jungle.” Emma stopped chewing