One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 95 Final Rehearsal

"Mr. Murphy!" After seeing him, there was a touch of surprise in Violet’s eyes.

Stanley saw it. He was in a good mood, "Hello."

"Why are you here?" Violet asked curiously.

Stanley put his hand on the edge of the window, "Come to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Violet blinked in surprise.

Stanley nodded, "I heard Jessie say that you came to the Hunt family. I was worried that the Hunt

family would hurt you, so I came over and have a look."

Hearing this, Violet felt warm, "Well, they didn't do anything to me."

"That's good. Get in the car. The model will have the last rehearsal today. The show will open

tomorrow. We will be very busy!" Stanley took the initiative to open the door of the passenger's seat.

Violet got into the car by going around the front of the car.

When they arrived at the fashion hall, Violet temporarily separated from Stanley and went backstage to

exchange details of tomorrow's show with the models.

Stanley stayed on the venue of T stage and listened to the staff to report on the safety of the venue to

avoid accidents tomorrow.

At this time, Fraser came to him, "Mr. Murphy."

Stanley didn't look at Fraser. His eyes still fell on the T stage, "Did you find it out?"

"Yeah. Eason is indeed selling his shares." Fraser nodded.

Stanley sneered, "He has no money in his hands. If he doesn't sell his shares, how can he compensate

Violet? How much does he sell?"

"It's not clear for the time being, but it shouldn't be too high. After all, the Hunt Group is at a juncture of

bankruptcy at any time. If the price is too high, no one will buy it." Fraser said.

Stanley adjusted his sitting posture, "Then lower the price to 20 million, which is only enough to

compensate Violet."

"In this way, it is equivalent to getting nothing. Without these shares, his control over the Hunt Group

may not be so great. Maybe he will be ousted from the president by the board of directors at some

point." Fraser smiled.

Stanley's eyes were filled with cold light, "This is what I want."

In the past few years, Eason used Stanley’s name to seek benefits. For Phoebe’s sake, Stanley turned

a blind eye to him, but now Eason was still getting more and more too far. Recently. He was actually

trying to use Stanley’s name to get a huge loan from the bank.

This was something that Stanley absolutely couldn’t tolerate. It happened to take this opportunity to

give Eason a warning.

"Okay, I see. I will do it now." Fraser said, turning around and leaving.

Stanley continued to pay attention to the T stage.

Not long after, the staffs on the T stage went down from the stage after a shout from the venue

management. The next moment, the lights of the entire venue dimmed, which meant that the rehearsal

was about to begin.

Soon, the music rang. Models with long legs and full of aura came out, wearing extremely luxurious

dresses.

Stanley sat in the first row under the T stage, rubbing his chin and watching the rehearsal seriously.

Although he didn't react much on the face, his eyes were shining. Obviously, he was satisfied with the

rehearsal.

The dress rehearsal was very long. Every time when Stanley saw a set of clothes, he would make

some notes in the notebook on his lap.

An hour later, after the last model walked out, Violet appeared.

She appeared on the curtain call as a designer. She stood in the middle of the T stage, folded her

hands, and bowed to the audience.

Stanley put the notebook on the side and stood up, clapping gently.

Violet heard it and walked towards him with a smile, "Mr. Murphy, how do you feel after watching the

rehearsal?"

"Not bad." Stanley put his hands down, "but it could be better."

"Oh? Do you have any suggestions?" Violet was slightly surprised.

Stanley said, "I made some notes. You can take a look."

"Okay, I'll take a look." With that, Violet bent her knees slightly and was about to jump off the T stage.

When Stanley saw this, he frowned and stretched out a hand towards her.

Violet looked at his hand in confusion.

Stanley pursed his lips, "Aren't you going to come down?"

"Oh, yes!" Violet finally understood that he wanted to pull her down.

Then Violet put her hand on Stanley's hand.

Stanley squeezed the palm of her hand and helped her get down of the T stage.

Then, he let go of his hand and handed her the notebook he had just put down.

Violet took it with both hands and opened it to look.

He recorded very carefully to the step distance of each model, and the arc of the skirt that models

moved.

Violet had to say that he really had his own ideas.

"Mr. Murphy, this point..."

Violet pointed to a place on the notebook, feeling not quite clear. Just when she was about to ask

Stanley for advice, Stanley's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Excuse me." Stanley made a pause and took out the phone.

After taking a look at the caller ID, he answered the call, "Ivy!"

Hearing this name, Violet moved her ears and looked at his phone subconsciously.

Stanley didn't notice Violet's change. He was listening carefully to what the person on the other end of

the phone said.

After a few seconds, he said, "I know. I'll come over right away."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When he finished speaking, he put down his phone and looked at Violet, "I have to leave for a while. If

you don't understand, we can talk about it when I return to the company."

Violet forced a smile, "Okay, bye."

"Bye." Stanley put the phone in his suit pocket and walked towards the exit.

His steps were a little anxious. Was there something wrong with Ivy?

Just as Violet was thinking, a staff member came to Violet, "Violet, someone is waiting for you in the

lounge."

"Who is it?" Violet asked suspiciously, withdrawing her minds from Stanley.

The staff member shook his head, "I don't know her. She said her last name is Hunt!"

Could it be Phoebe?

Violet raised her eyebrows, then thanked the staff and went to the lounge.

The door of the lounge was open. As soon as Violet entered, a slap hit to her.

Violet reacted and then quickly tilted her head to the side, avoiding the slap embarrassingly, but

Phoebe's nails still scratched her face.

Violet frowned painfully, probably because her face hurt.

Phoebe glared at Violet as if wanting to tear her off, "Bitch, do you dare to hide?"

Violet touched her face and replied coldly, "You slapped me. Why can't I hide? Besides, we have the

same father. I am a bitch. What are you?"

"You..." Phoebe didn't expect Violet could say so. She was so angry that she wanted to slap Violet

again.

This time, Violet raised her hand to grab Phoebe's wrist, and slapped back.

Phoebe's face was beaten to one side. She was dumbfounded. It took a long time for her to cover her

face. She stared at Violet in disbelief, "Do you dare to slap me?"

"Funny! There is nothing I don’t dare to do." Violet patted the sore palm of her hand and sneered in

reply.

Phoebe was mad, and rushed over, "Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill me? Dare you?" Violet sneered, then stretched out her foot calmly and hooked Phoebe's calf.

Phoebe lost her balance. Then she tripped to the ground. Her teeth hit her lips, and blood flowed out of

her mouth immediately.

"Tsk-tusk, so miserable!" Seeing Phoebe's miserable look, Violet laughed at her.

Immediately Violet stepped forward, squatted beside Phoebe, reached out her hand to grab Phoebe’s

hair, and lifted Phoebe’s head up, "You yelled at me as soon as you came in. People who don’t know

you will think you came out of the mental hospital."

Phoebe knew that Violet was saying that she was insane. She glared at Violet, then got up from the

ground, wanting to tore Violet to pieces.

But Violet pressed Phoebe’s back with her knees and pressed her firmly to the ground, "I advise you to

be obedient. I’m not in a good mood these two days. Your mother has provoked me. You’re her

daughter. I'm not sure what I will do to you. Say, what on earth are you here for?"