Chapter 136 Violet Belcourt
The room fell silent.
Everyone looked at the scene, unsure whether to thank Cherise or Sunny.
âUseless bunch of trash!â
Lucy glared at them as she supported Cherise out of the room.
The manager led the way. Cherise and Lucy followed unstably until they arrived at an office on the top floor.
It looked more like a lounge than an office.
The room had a soft white carpet and was decorated femininely.
âMr. Lenoir.â
Violet smiled at Cherise from the door. âDo you remember me?â
Cherise frowned and considered. It took her some time to realize who she was. Didnât this woman chase after Damien, wanting to apologize? I think her name is Violet Belcourt.
She nodded politely. âYes, I remember.â
âWhat a coincidence.â
Violet was shocked to see a wound on Cheriseâs neck. She brought cotton buds and a bottle of antiseptic. Then, she sighed as she cleaned Cheriseâs injury. âI didnât expect to see you in my restaurant.â
Cherise was stunned. This is your restaurant?â
âYes.â
Violet smiled. âThe Vioâ in Viopril Palace came from my name, Violet.â
âYouâre the owner of Viopril Palace?â
Lucy looked at Violet in astonishment. âI didnât expect the owner to be so young!â
âHmm.â
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Violet gently placed a band-aid on the injury. âBut itâs nothing to be surprised about. My father provided me with everything. Iâm nothing compared to a self-made man like Mr.
Lenoir.â
Cherise frowned. She was a little slow to realize that the âMr. Lenoirâ Violet mentioned was her husband, Damien.
Did she say Damien is a self-made man?
Isnât my
husband unemployed and disregarded by his relatives?
Lucy, too, was confused about this.
âA self-made man like Mr. Lenoir?â
âYes.â
Violet casually tidied Cheriseâs shirt collar. âMrs. Lenoir, I was talking about your husband.â
Then, she seemed to remember something and pursed her lips. âPerhaps youâre unaware of Mr. Lenoirâs true identity.â
Cherise was confused. âWhat true identity?â
Violet looked shocked. âMrs. Lenoir, do you know what happened to his eyes?â
Cherise frowned. âHe lost his sight when he was thirteen and could not see since then.
Violet was stunned briefly before smiling.
She gracefully poured a cup of tea for Cherise. âWho knew you know so little about Mr. Lenoir.â
Lucy glared at her. âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing.â
Violetâs smile was gentle and elegant. It also contained a hint of smugness and contempt. âI just find it amusing. The woman who understands Mr. Lenoir the most is me.â
Then, she stood up and stretched. She walked gradually to the floor-to-ceiling window. and looked at the traffic below. âThatâs all I have to say, Mrs. Lenoir. If thereâs nothing else, you may leave.â
Lucy rolled her eyes and pulled Cherise up from her seat. âWhat a weirdo. Letâs go!â
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When they exited the room, Violet added coldly, âMrs. Lenoir, I suggest you donât tell Mr. Lenoir about what happened tonight.â
âYou know his temper. If he finds out, your cla*smates will be ruined.â
Cherise grunted, but Lucy dragged her away before she could say anything.
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