Upon seeing the text message, Violet furrowed her brows. Why was Lucy calling her to the hotel so early in the morning?Violet tried calling Lucy but was immediately hung up on. Soon after, another text message arrived.Lucy: "Come quickly! It's a top secret!"Violet sensed that something was wrong. Lucy's failure to answer her calls only deepened her concern.Violet bit her lip lightly. She sensed that something was amiss but still decided to go to the location Lucy mentioned.Upon arriving at the hotel, Violet felt a foreboding atmosphere hanging in the air. She instinctively reached for her sidearm and cautiously walked toward the room.She noticed that the door was slightly ajar. As Violet pushed it open, she was met with a distressing sight. Lucy lay on the floor, naked, with blood seeping from the corner of her lips."Lucy!" Violet cried out in shock and rushed over to pick up Lucy."Violet." Lucy weakly opened her eyes. "It … It was Isabelle, Marina, and Seth.""Don't w
Violet clenched her fists. She had just examined the wounds on Lucy's body. Lucy's previously flawless skin now bore countless marks of abuse inflicted by various men. The fatal gunshot wound in her chest was the most severe."Violet, just you wait. You killed Lucy and have been going undercover in the villa for so long. Carl will never let you off!" Isabelle taunted with a malicious tone.Violet's gaze toward Isabelle turned icy. Killing Isabelle could be done in less than a minute, but she was determined to make Isabelle suffer a hundred times worse than Lucy.Carl remained silent, awaiting the autopsy results. Though it seemed unnecessary, he needed to know the truth.The forensic examiner arrived shortly. Violet watched him intently, anticipating the results. The examiner handed a small plastic bag containing a bullet to Carl."This is the bullet retrieved from Ms. Walker's wound," the examiner reported.Violet's brows furrowed upon recognizing the bullet. It was of the sam
"Violet, you truly have a knack for surprises," Carl remarked, feigning affection while holding Isabelle. "You've gone to great lengths to save Whitney.""Carl, she is truly your daughter!" Violet exclaimed loudly. "Haven't you noticed the striking resemblance? You both share seafood allergies and react similarly to many things!"Carl's eyebrow arched, and he sneered, "Do you take me for a fool, Violet? Such lies from your lips!"Heartbroken, Violet asked, "Why won't you believe me?"Carl's fists clenched, the veins on his hands bulging as he sneered, "Why should I believe you? Do you really think that someone of my status could fall for a woman like you, who lacks the figure and the looks?"When I said I liked you earlier, it was merely for my own amusement since you seemed readily available. But I never expected you, being the gullible woman you are, to take it seriously."Carl's eyes gleamed with menace, looking icy.Violet couldn't understand Carl's thoughts, and trying to d
Carl didn't remain by Isabelle's side. Instead, he kept a watchful eye on the doctor examining her. He was mainly concerned about the child she bore. Without that child, he wouldn't be able to save Whitney, making it impossible to make up for the guilt he had carried for all these years.Carl assigned two of the most capable maids from the villa to take care of Isabelle in her room while he went to the study. The villa felt empty without Whitney and Violet around, like a dungeon that had entrapped him. There was a deep and lingering sense of bitterness in his heart. Opening his laptop, Carl gazed at the heartwarming family picture on the screen. It was a picture of himself, Whitney, and Violet huddled together. A mix of anxiety and relief flooded his emotions."Whitney, don't worry. Daddy won't let Mommy know," Carl said with a pause. "Daddy promises Daddy will take good care of you."In the picture, Whitney was smiling cheerfully. She looked nothing like a child suffering from le
At night, the sky was dark, and everything was just right for Violet, who was wearing the special glasses, to act. Based on the route in her memories, Violet ordered the assassins to distract the guards. She went into the underground prison instead.Everything was smoother than she had expected. Within half an hour, she had already searched through the entire place, and she even found the secret door. But she couldn't find any trace of Whitney."Who's there?" A cold air flashed by Violet's side.Violet narrowed her eyes, trying to follow the shadow. She was about to chase after that person when someone stopped her.Then, Carl's cold voice sounded, "Violet, you must remember what I've told you before!"Carl stared at Violet with bloodlust in his eyes, yet his heart was broken. He didn't want to harm her, but he knew they had to hurt each other one more time.Carl clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead popped out. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, as if he was going
Carl's heart ached when he saw Violet like this. He got up and walked toward her, then clenched his fist and sat back down. He took his phone and called someone."Isabelle, do you want to come over? Reed can help you." The sweet voices on the phone felt like a sharp knife cutting into Violet's numbed heart. They turned her last glimmer of hope into silence, changing it into resistance and anger."Oh? Ms. Cooper, why are you here?" a soft voice suddenly sounded.Isabelle was already by Violet's side, and she even passed Violet a piece of note.With a slight movement, Violet rolled up her sleeves, completely ignoring Isabelle's questions.Isabelle approached Carl, and he embraced her, his big hands gently caressing her slightly protruding belly. Carl looked at Violet mockingly."Isabelle, you should be resting in the bedroom. Why would you come here to see someone so disgusting?" Carl asked."Carl, how could you say that?" Isabelle knew Carl was putting on an act in front of Viole
"Ms. Cooper, Lucy was so nice to you. How could you? Boohoo. Carl … I miss Lucy." Isabelle pretended to cry bitterly, but Carl thought she seemed to be sincerely upset. He hugged her lovingly and comforted her while glaring at Violet."Violet, don't ever think about seeing your daughter's body anymore! Leave, leave now!" Carl roared as he tightened his grip on Isabelle.She was faking her sobs in his embrace, and he wanted to skin her alive badly.But for Whitney and Violet, Carl had no choice but to put on an act and protect Isabelle.Carl's every move was just adding salt to Violet's wound. His care for Isabelle and cruelty toward Violet was not even anything compared to how he treated Whitney.Whitney was also his child, and she brought him so much happiness!Even if Violet and Carl couldn't be together, he didn't have to be so cruel!Violet's eyes reddened, and she spoke in a cold tone, "Carl, just let me see her body. You can kill me after that."Violet seemed determined t
"I … I can't do that." Upon hearing those words, Violet began to reach for the buttons of her clothing.But as her hand brushed against the fabric, she suddenly withdrew it. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly and turned her gaze toward Isabelle.Isabelle sat by Carl's side lazily with a mocking smile.Even Isabelle knew Carl was just trying to humiliate Violet, so why was Violet doing this to herself?Violet could just provoke Carl, leave, and head to the crocodile pond to find Whitney's body.With a firm resolve, Violet's gaze toward Carl had changed. "Even if I were willing to do it, I wouldn't do it for someone as untrustworthy. And you, Carl, are the epitome of treachery and deceit!""Get out! Get the hell out!" Carl roared, though the grip on his fists had loosened slightly.He knew that Violet wouldn't do it.But his heart sank when she said yes.Looking at Violet now, Carl admitted that he felt much better.He was pretending to be mad, but in fact, he felt relieve