NovelEnglishChapter 0062
George quickly approached Lucius, his tone eager. “Master Davis called. He praised the new model you
developed, saying it’s causing a stir globally. Sales have increased by 300% this quarter, and several
international media outlets are requesting interviews...”
Lucius, however, appeared indifferent to George's enthusiastic report and offered no response.
A 300% increase in sales might have been impressive to others, but for Lucius, it seemed as mundane as
earning a mere three hundred dollars.
He glanced up indifferently. Upon noticing Violet, signaled George to stop talking.
George quickly shut his mouth.
“Chere,” he gestured to Violet with a nod of his chin.
Not entirely sure what he wanted but complying, Violet walked over to him.
Lucius then stopped at the large balcony on the second floor, his back to her, presenting his tall, commanding
figure. “The food that’s been sent to the study these past few days was made by you, right?”
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He stated it directly, more as a statement than a question.
Initially, Violet intended to keep it a secret, but realizing he wouldn't ask without being certain, she nodded, ”
Yes.”
“Why didn’t you let the kitchen staff say it was you who made them?”
Silence fell as Violet considered her response. Could she really admit her fear of his disdain and the possible
consequences?
“Keeping things secret isn’t your style. What are you trying to accomplish?” he pressed.
Her heart, which had momentarily warmed, chilled again at his words. She bit her lip, acutely aware that in
Lucius’s eyes, she was still Agatha, and any lofty explanation would only be met with his mockery.
After a brief pause, she answered, “Of course, it’s for the benefit of both of us. Living under the sroof,
shouldn't we try to make life a little better for each other?”
Lucius responded with a cold sneer, “As expected.”
In his mind, Agatha’s every action was calculated.
Their exchange was far from pleasant, and his expression indicated as much.
Violet had expressed her good intentions, but the outcwas not what she had hoped for. With a shake of
her head, she left the balcony.
Later that evening, as Violet was about to ascend the stairs, George approached her with a message.
“Ms. Agatha, Master Lucius acknowledges your hard work recently and wishes to reward you. What would you
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This was Lucius’s way of establishing boundaries, a reminder of her place in his world, his heart forever
unattainable. George looked at her meaningfully, hoping she would grasp the subtext.
Yet, Violet did not dwell on it too deeply.
Her eyes brightened when George mentioned the reward, “Anything at all?”
*Anything, except...leaving.”
However, leaving was precisely what she had hoped to request.
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George astutely blocked her only path of retreat, causing Violet's shoulders to slump in resignation.
“Ms. Agatha...” George's voice broke her reverie.
She responded, somewhat listlessly, “Since | can’t leave, then please allow...my mom to leave here.”
Referring to Naomi as her mother still felt awkward for Violet, as Naomi wasn’t her biological mother. Yet Naomi
had shown her unwavering support and love, qualities of a true mother, especially given the circumstances that
were actually caused by Agatha.
Naomi suffered from severe rheumatism, her condition worsening after each cleaning session at the dog mill.
Violet hoped for a better life for Naomi, away from such hardships.
George expressed surprise at her request. “I thought you'd ask for something material. With the resources of the
Imperial Palace Group, Master Lucius could easily ensure your financial security for life by investing in a
few brands.”
This would elevate her to the status of a globally wealthy individual.
“Really?” Violet questioned, a mix of disbelief and regret in her voice. “Why didn’t you tellsooner? I've
missed such a great opportunity.”
‘It’s not too late to change your reward,” George suggested.
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