One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

'Okay, but what's the stakes?'

Someone asked.

And this was what everyone was most concerned about, after all, if they could not get the stakes, they were not that interested in participating.

A man smiled and then typed 'A bottle of Louis XIII.'

'Louis XIII! Good, quite a big game, okay, I'll bet.'

'I bet on that too.'

The others responded and all joined in the bet.

Then everyone put down their phones and stared at Stanley.

Stanley answered the call, his thin lips open as he called out a title, "My wife."

Those two words instantly brought mixed emotions to the room.

The joy was for those who guess the outcome and win the bet.

And the sad was for the ones who guessed wrong and lost the bet.

The group would have to buy a bottle of Louis XIII each and give it to the people who won the bet.

But they are all high levels, and they are all rich. A bottle of Louis XIII is a bit expensive, but it's not something they can't afford, so soon these people are relieved.

On the main seat of the conference table, Stanley was still there talking on the phone with Violet, which made everyone present jealous.

They had privately discussed before what the cold and heartless president would look like after falling in love, would he remain as cold as ever, or would he become gentle?

Now it proved to be the latter, and after the marriage, the president changed, becoming gentle and even spoke in a gentle tone.

Of course, it was only to the lady, not to them, and the attitude towards them remained as icy and cold as before.

It was surprising though, if someone had told them before that the president would become a gentle person when he fell in love and got married, they would never have believed it and would have thought that person must be playing a trick on them.

But as it turns out, there are some things that really have to be believed, and some people, when they fall in love and get married, are different.

Well yeah, that's the president they're talking about.

In the main seat, Stanley seemed to sense that the group was talking about him, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he said into the phone, "I know, take care of yourself, be safe, call me if there's anything wrong, and also, let me know when you come back, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Okay." Violet nodded with a smile.

Stanley put down his phone and put it on the table, then narrowed his eyes and coldly scanned the group of people in the conference room, "Did you guys just talk about me?"

The crowd nodded their heads, "No, no, absolutely no!"

"Is that so?" Stanley pursed his lips, clearly not convinced.

The crowd rushed to explain, "Mr. Murphy, believe us, we really aren't talking about you."

Having said that, the weakness on their faces could not even be concealed.

Stanley grunted coldly, "Alright, the meeting continues."

He didn't mean to hold on to these people.

Because he knew very well that it was human nature to gossip, and being the manager of a group made it even more of an object for others to talk about gossip.

Plus, when he answered the phone, he didn't go out to answer it, so naturally these people were even more curious than usual, and it was normal that they couldn't help but gossip. And even if he had gone out to answer the phone, these people would still be the same.

The meeting continued, and the crowd was greatly relieved to know that Stanley didn't bother with them.

They were really afraid that the president would take it up with them to the end and then end up finding out about them betting on him.

Otherwise, they must be finished.

After Violet finished talking to Stanley, she put down her phone, got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, took a bath and watched TV for a while before lying down on the bed to sleep. The next morning, Violet was woken up by the doorbell.

She yawned and sat up, stretching slightly, before lifting the cover off the bed and putting on her shoes to go over to the door.

Outside the door stood the manager of the hotel.

When the manager saw her, he immediately bowed respectfully, then smiled politely and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Murphy." "Morning." Violet nodded in response.

The manager then lifted a few bags off the floor and handed them to her, "Mrs. Murphy, these are the tonic and clothes you asked our hotel to help buy on your behalf yesterday." "Thank you." Violet smiled and took it.

When she had checked into the hotel last night, she had arranged for the hotel to buy all the tonic and clothes before nine o'clock this morning, and was planning to give them to Jessie's parents when she visited them.

If she had gone to buy it herself, she would have had to run around, because she didn't know the city well.

"You're welcome, by the way, Mrs. Murphy, what is your schedule, please?" The manager inquired.

Violet raised her wrist and looked at her watch, it was already half past eight. She lowered her arm and said, "Get me a car, I need it around half past nine."

"Okay." The manager nodded, then added, "Then, Mrs. Murphy, I'll go down and have breakfast brought up later."

"Okay." Violet closed the door behind her.

Returning to her room, she placed several bags on the couch, then took them out one by one and examined them. The tonic and clothes were found to be good, and it seemed that the hotel had been careful.

That put her mind at ease.

Getting these packages back together, Violet got up and headed for the bathroom and started washing up.

After washing up, breakfast was brought over.

She casually ate some and changed her clothes to go out.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of the Jessie's house.

The appearance of the luxurious stretch limousine instantly drew the attention of the neighborhood.

Although this neighborhood was considered a mid-range neighborhood, and usually there were good cars, but a car as good as this had never really appeared.

A car like that, by definition, should be in a villa area, not a neighborhood like theirs.

And as a result, people in the neighborhood dropped their eyes to the car to see what kind of person was in the car.

There were some old people even started whispering about it, speculating if it was one of the children of the family who had become so developed that they drove such a car back.

"Mrs. Murphy, it's here." After the driver parked the car steadily, he turned his head and said to Violet in the back seat.

Violet looked out the window and nodded, indicating that she knew.

Then the driver got out first, came around the front of the car to the door on the side where Violet was sitting, and under the astonished gaze of the crowd, opened the door, bent slightly, and made a gesture of invitation.

Violet got out of the car carrying a few bags.

Everyone in the area saw her and drew in a breath of cold air.

"Wow, it's amazing, this girl is so beautiful, she's much better looking than those celebrities on TV."

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen such a good-looking girl in all my years of life."

"More than good looking, she is rich. Look at the tonic she is carrying in her hand, I have seen it before at the house of my husband's boss, a box is worthy of more than 100,000. She carries so much, I guess it's millions. The one who opened the door is a driver, right? With an exclusive driver to open the door, this girl's family is not simple, tsk." An old woman said in a sour tone.

"Man, millions, it is a lot." Someone exclaimed.

The old woman pressed her lips, "You say so."

"What do you guys think this girl is doing here? Is she here to meet her boyfriend? Who do you think is so lucky to get such a rich girl as a daughter-in-law?"☐☐☐☐☐☐