One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"Nothing." Violet shook her head, then tied up her hair, "Mr. Murphy, let's go."

Stanley stretched out his hand in front of her, "Let me see if there are any security guards outside."

"Okay." Violet stood still.

Stanley opened the door, went out and looked at both sides of the corridor. After seeing that there were no security guards, he turned around and said to the door, "Come out."

Violet lowered her head slightly, held the suit jacket and went out.

Stanley put his hand around her shoulders.

Violet stiffened a bit. Then she was about to say something.

But he spoke first, "Everyone on the TV station knows me. If you are close to me, they won't check you."

After speaking, Stanley hugged Violet and walked out of the TV station.

When they got into the car, Violet took off the suit jacket and returned it to him, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

Stanley took the jacket, but didn't wear it. Instead, he put it on her lap, "Your skirt is too short. Cover it. Fraser will get into the car in a while."

If there were only two of them in the car, it wouldn't matter when she wore this.

But Fraser would get in the car. He couldn't let Fraser see her legs.

Violet couldn't help but felt amused when looking at the suit covering her laps.

Her skirt was torn by him. It was a little shorter, but it wouldn't expose anything.

However, his domineering move made her feel very interesting. She felt like she was cared about.

Soon, Fraser came back, opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat. When seeing Violet, he said hello without any surprise, "Hello, Violet."

Violet smiled back, "Hello, Fraser."

Fraser nodded, and then looked at Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, it's done. I have erased Violet's figure from the surveillance. Those on the TV station will not find it's Violet." When Violet heard this, her eyes widened. She looked at the man beside her.

It turned out that he not only helped her avoid the security guards at critical times, but also did this for her.

"Mr. Murphy..." Violet bit her lower lip and called out Stanley's name. She wanted to say something.

Stanley waved his hand, "Well, Talia and that..."

"Nate." Violet quickly reminded him.

Stanley nodded, "Where is Talia and Nate now?"

"Nate was called over by Director. After all, he commanded so many security guards at once, but they didn't catch anyone. He also made the entire TV station panic. He must be held accountable." Fraser started the car and said while driving, "As for Talia, she has left the TV station and looks like in a hurry."

"She must be back to the Hunt's, wanting to see if the person who overheard their conversation has told the secret to Eason. If not, she can stop it in advance." Violet narrowed her eyes and analyzed.

"What's the secret?" Fraser looked curious.

Stanley glanced at Fraser, seeming to dislike him for talking too much.

Fraser suddenly cleared his throat, touched the tip of his nose, and drove seriously.

Violet took out her cell phone and dialed the number of the detective who was monitoring Phoebe, asking him to find a way to get the hair of Talia, Phoebe, Eason and Nate.

Hearing this, Stanley looked at her, "Do you want to do a paternity test for them?"

"Yeah, I want to do it for all these four people." Violet put down the phone and said.

Only in this way could she be surer whether Phoebe was the daughter of Talia and Nate.

Stanley put his hand on the car door, "Let Henry do it for you. You can get the result in two hours at the earliest."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Murphy." Violet didn't refuse him, thanking him with a smile.

Stanley raised his chin, "Where are we going next?"

"Back to the studio. I recently took over a business. Very busy." Violet patted her own bag.

Stanley looked at Fraser, "Have you heard it?"

"Yes." Fraser immediately responded.

Before long, they arrived at the studio.

Violet picked up the suit jacket on her laps and returned it to the Stanley.

Stanley took it this time and put it on directly.

Violet put the bag on her shoulder and opened the car door.

As soon as she stepped out with one foot, she seemed to think of something again and didn't move.

After two seconds, Violet turned around and stared at Stanley for a while, then suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Stanley was shocked.

Fraser opened his mouth wide, "Violet, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Violet blushed and lowered her head, then she quickly got out of the car.

After closing the car door and running into the building, she disappeared soon.

Stanley stroked his face in a daze, where Violet had just kissed him. He swallowed. No one knew what he was thinking.

Fraser looked at the direction where Violet was leaving, and then at his boss. Then he couldn't help whistling and jokingly said, "Mr. Murphy, congratulations. She finally agreed."

"Agreed?" There was a trace of doubt in Stanley's tone.

Fraser nodded, "Yeah, haven't you been pursuing Violet recently? But Violet has never agreed. However, just now Violet took the initiative to kiss you. Obviously, it shows that she is moved and is willing to be with you."

There was a confused look in Stanley's eyes. He straightened his back slightly, "Is it?"

"Yes, definitely. Otherwise, why did she kiss you?" Fraser pushed his glasses.

Although he had never been in love, he had read many romance novels.

So he still understood this.

However, Stanley didn't believe Fraser very much. He lowered his eyes and said quietly, "She may just thank me for helping her just now."

"How is it possible?" Fraser curled his lips, "Mr. Murphy, you have saved Violet so many times, right? But Violet never kissed you to thank you?" Hearing this, Stanley opened his mouth slightly but did not speak.

Fraser persuaded, "So, Mr. Murphy, give it a try and show your attitude to Violet again. Maybe this time, you can really succeed." Stanley lowered his eyelids, as if he was thinking about it.

After a while, he raised his head and glanced at the building in front of him. His eyes were dark, "I'll talk to her tonight. Drive."

"Yes." Fraser replied.

In the studio, Violet stood on the balcony of her office and looked down. After seeing Bentley leaving, she covered her hot face, turned around and returned to the chair to sit down.

These days, they both went to work and went home together. She had become accustomed to the way of getting along with him. The most important thing was that he always showed up for the first time whenever she was in trouble to help her and to protect her.

So she wanted to be with him, but she didn't know if he could figure it out. She kissed him, which meant that she agreed to be with him.

"Violet!" As she was thinking, Jessie opened the door and walked in.

Violet straightened her back immediately and put her hands down from her face, looking at her, "What's the matter?"

Jessie squinted suspiciously, "I still want to ask what's the matter with you. You adjust your posture as soon as I come in. Your face is still so red. Obviously, you felt guilty. Did you do anything bad just now?" "How is it possible!" Violet glared at her, "Okay, what's up?"

"Here, the monthly draft drawings by those designers. See which ones need to be revised." Jessie passed the stack of designs in her hand to her.

Violet reached out to take them, "Okay, I see."

"In addition, there is one more thing." Jessie put her hands on Violet's desk.

Violet looked at her, "What?"

"There is a fashion magazine that is selecting the design of the cover clothes. Will we participate in it?" Jessie asked.