NovelEnglishChapter 693
Meanwhile, in the executive suite on the top floor.
Violet's neck bore a glaring red mark from Yuna's grip. Marguerite dabbed ointment on it with a cotton swab,
trying to ease the discomfort.
"Violet, Yuna just lost her mother. She's emotionally unstable right now. Please be patient with her."
Violet, trying hard not to cry, shook her head while wiping her tears. "Marguerite, I'm okay. It's just that it all
happened so suddenly. Yesterday, she accusedof drugging her, and today she strangled me. | swear, | didn't
even get close to her today, let alone give her anything to eat. When she suddenly fell in the meeting room and
nobody helped her up, I just instinctively went to assist her."
Violet sighed heavily, and Marguerite, lips pressed together, put away the ointment. "I know it's not your fault.
Just don't rush in next time, okay? Yuna isn't easy to deal with. You never know when she might target you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarguerite reached out to comfort Violet with a touch on the shoulder but recoiled as soon as her skin made
contact.
It was cold. Unnaturally so.
Just a brief touch sent shivers down Marguerite's spine, giving her goosebumps.
It suddenly struck her that Yuna's recent outbursts always seemed to happen when Violet was around.
Marguerite didn't believe in ghosts, but at that moment, she felt an inexplicable chill.
"Miley once said, 'Seeing Violet is like seeing Penelope.""
Though Violet and Penelope had no physical resemblance, there was an eerie sense that Penelope was standing
right there.
Could it be...
Marguerite glanced at Violet again. She was fussing over the mark on her neck with a small mirror, clearly upset.
Quickly, she wrapped a yellow silk scarf around her neck to cover it.
Violet, like Penelope, had a fondness for scarves, always wearing them in a similar fashion. This small detail
might be why everyone saw a bit of Penelope in Violet.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Marguerite chided herself. "Get a grip, Marguerite. You're starting to
sound as paranoid as Yuna. Ghosts aren't real."
"Marguerite, | promise, there won't be a next time. I'll steer clear of Ms. Lockwood from now on!" Violet's clear,
sweet voice snapped Marguerite back to reality.
"But, was there bad blood between President Penelope and Ms. Lockwood?" Violet couldn't help but ask.
Marguerite frowned slightly. "Why do you say that?"
"Well," Violet turned, her reasoning clear and logical, "if ghosts aren't real, why would Ms. Lockwood, Penelope's
own daughter, be so terrified at the mere mention of her? Did she do something to Penelope, and now the guilt's
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgetting to her, making her hallucinate her mother's wrath? | overheard you and Ms. Goldie talking about
Penelope's death being foul play..."
Her voice trailed off, and Marguerite, her nerves on edge, quickly interjected, "I know you're upset, and I'll have
your back when needed. But you mustn't spread rumors, got it?"
Violet pouted, "Got it, Marguerite."
"And our conversations stay between us. No exceptions."
Though puzzled, Violet nodded. Marguerite was her boss, after all.
Just then, Frederick walked in. Marguerite immediately stood up, asking, "How's Yuna?"
"She's been sedated. Sleeping now."
His response was brief. He then moved closer to Violet, his gaze intense. "Who brought you here to be an
assistant?"
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