My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

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Patrick didn’t hold back, cutting Violet off with a tone dripping with sarcasm, “Because you had more important dinner plans, right? No need to tell me. I've already figured it out! Seems like it makes no difference whether you're with me or not!”

Violet's face paled at his last remark, her expression shifting to shock. “What did you just say?”

Patrick’s gaze was elusive, his tone far from polite, “Didn’t | make it clear enough? Or is there a problem with your understanding? My parents have never met you. Do you genuinely believe that whether you come to my place matters at all? Or maybe you're overestimating yourself!”

Violet's face contorted with extreme displeasure. She widened her eyes, staring at Patrick incredulously, “So, that’s how you see it?”

Patrick’s demeanor remained nonchalant. “What else could it be? Do you honestly believe not coming to my place would ruin our dinner plans?”

Violet's face displayed a mixture of frustration. “Patrick, you’re despicable!”

Patrick let out a disdainful snort as he approached Violet. His eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression frosty, and his words were enunciated with crystal clarity, “Violet, before you cast aspersions upon me, it would be wise to remember who insisted on marrying this scoundrel in the first place!”

As Patrick approached, Violet couldn’t help but catch the scent of alcohol, mingled with the pungent aroma of smoke and a faint hint of mint on him.

Listening to his words, Violet's anger surged to its peak, and she suddenly let out a self- deprecating laugh.

Indeed, why bother waiting for Patrick and insisting on explaining herself?

It was clear he didn’t give a da mn about her actions, rendering her explanations utterly futile. Why subject herself to such humiliation?Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Violet took a deep breath and locked her gaze on Patrick. Her tone was as cold and distant as if it were the first time she had ever met him. “Mr. Hersey is right. Choosing to marry you was my decision, and | apologize for my earlier outburst. Honestly, there’s no need for me to justify myself. After all, a person as insignificant as me can’t affect any grand scheme. As for saying | wanted to converse with you, consider it a jest. We truly have nothing to discuss.” Having said her piece, Violet turned on her heel, her expression rigid. She walked around the other side of the sofa and went upstairs.

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As she turned away, she couldn’t entirely hide the hint of hurt in her eyes.

she had

Perhaps she had been overanalyzing the situation. In the grand scheme of things, what was her significance? To Patrick, she was irrelevant. It was almost amusing how started to take herself so seriously.

With Violet’s departure, Patrick remained seated on the sofa, his face contorted with frustration, his brow furrowing deeply. The following day, Violet rose carly. She had initially planned to arrive at the office ahead of schedule. However, when she opened the door, she found Patrick stepping

out.

Their eyes briefly locked, and then both instinctively averted their gazes..

Violet descended the stairs, ski pping breakfast entirely, and drove herself to the office.

Not long after she had settled into her work for the day, Violet received a message from Maioric.

Majorie: [Violet, do you have some free time today? I'd like to check on the progress of the jewelry!]

Violet: [Certainly, feel free to swing by the office, and we can check it out together!]

Majorie: [Muah, love you! After we’re done, I'll treat you to lunch!]

Violet: [Sounds excellent!]

Shortly after Violet sent the messages, Robert went to the design department.

He had come looking for Megan, but it seemed Megan had once again managed to evade him. Left with no other option, he decided to go directly to the design. department and look for Violet.

His demeanor appeared somewhat downtrodden, quite unlike his usual carefree self. “Ms. Webb, | know that Megan is deliberately keeping out of my way. Could you please ask her to come out? It’s not fair for her to keep dodging me like this.” Violet's eyes flickered with understanding. “Give me a moment. I'll send Megan a message.”

After Violet sent the message, Megan promptly responded.

Violet looked up at Robert. “She has returned to the Information Technology Department. You can go and find her there!” After Violet had spoken, Robert finally let out a sigh of relief.

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However, as he turned around, he bumped into Sophia, who had just entered from outside.

Sophia stared at Robert with widened eyes. Wasn't he the handsome guy who had helped her just yesterday?

She couldn't take her eyes off Robert, but unfortunately, he seemed preoccupied and didn’t spare her a glance as he walked past.

Ahint of disappointment flashed across Sophia’s face, and she couldn’t help but clench her fingers in frustration. Nevertheless, she quickly reassured herself. His visit to the design department meant that someone there knew him. This would make it easier for her to learn more about his identity.

With this thought in mind, Sophia hurriedly approached Violet, her voice tinged with hesitation and nervousness. “Violet... Who was that gentleman just now? Whom was he looking for?”

“Oh, you mean Robert?” Violet glanced at Sophia, slightly surprised, and asked, “Don’t you know him? He was at the scene when Megan got injured by Ellie a while back.”

Sophia was taken aback, her mouth hanging open. She had been entirely unaware of this.

Observing Sophia’s reaction, Violet had a sudden realization. ‘Oh, right, you were on leave that day. You weren't in the office!” Sophia also recalled that she had taken a day off that day.

Later, upon her return to work, she heard about the altercation between Ellie and Megan from the Information Technology Department and learned about their dismissals. At the time, she had yet to pay much attention to the details.

Little did she know that the individual involved in the incident that day was in the

company.

She pursed her lips, cautiously studying Violet as she tried to mask her curiosity. “Mr. Foster... Is he a part of the Foster family? What brought him to the company?

Violet didn’t anticipate Sophia’s keen interest in Robert. Her eyes briefly sparkled, and she didn’t withhold any information. “Yes, indeed. He is a member of the Foster family, the sole heir.”

Violet paused, and with this revelation, Sophia should be able to deduce Robert's identity.

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Her eyes gleamed as she continued, “As for his visits to the company, it’s rumored that he shares a close rapport with Mr. Hersey and frequents our premises.”

While Sophia may have been introverted and not overly involved in social events or high-society circles, she still possessed some knowledge about the status of the Foster family’s sole heir.

Sophia looked at Violet and nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Violet!”

Violet maintained a calm demeanor. “There’s no need to thank me. Let’s get back to

work.”

Sophia nodded and discreetly etched Robert's name into her memory before returning to her desk.

Resting her chin on her hand, she couldn’t help but recall the enigmatic smile on Robert's face when he had come to her aid that day. A faint blush crept onto her checks at the memory.

She sat for a while, contemplating whether to inquire further about Robert's

background from Violet. However, she was cautious not to draw too much attention to her curiosity.

Lost in thought, she remained seated for a while before grabbing a cup and heading to the pantry.

The Information Technology Department and the design department shared the same floor and pantry.

As Sophia exited the design department, she spotted Robert in the hallway. He was engrossed in a seemingly intense conversation with Megan. His brow furrowed as if he were explaining something to her.

Megan wore an icy expression, standing in silence.

Sophia, holding her cup, suddenly found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move, ast she observed the scene with intrigue. SEND GIFT