NovelEnglishChapter 0121
While en route to the bus station, her phone rang. Answering it, she heard the voice of Arte
Design’s HR manager.
“Is this Ms. Violet speaking? We've learned that you're looking for a job, and we believe you would be an ideal fit
for a role in our company. Would you be willing to visit our office for a more in- depth discussion?”
“Arte Design?” Violet repeated. She didn’t remember applying to this company.
The caller was exceptionally courteous, offering a beacon of hope to Violet, who had been consistently faced
with rejection and indifference.
Yet, she maintained her guard and responded, “I haven't submitted an application to your firm.”
“The situation is like this. My boss wasn’t content with the designers we had recruited. He took it upon himself to
search online for new talent and stumbled upon your resume,” the person on the
phone clarified.
Violet realized that posting her resonline meant that anyone could access it. She eventually
let down her guard, but she didn’t agree right away.
“I'm hesitant to accept. | recently offended someone. Your boss may like me, and your company
might dismissdue to fear of this individual. | don’t want to waste my time.”
“Don’t worry about that. My boss is trustworthy, and comes from a strong background. He values
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talent above all else,” the HR manager reassured her.
Encouraged by these words, Violet decided to visit the company, planning to confront Oliver after
securing the job.
She got off the bus and made her way to the address given to her.
Upon arriving at the factory, located in a vast industrial zone, she was welcomed by a company
employee. “Greetings, Ms. Violet.”
He offered her a bottle of water. “You must be thirsty after your trip. Please, have a drink. While we
may not pay the highest wages, our company excels in looking after our staff.”
Violet, who was thirsty, thanked him and sipped the water.
“Over there is our factory,” the employee pointed out.
As Violet gazed towards the factory, she suddenly felt dizzy, and her vision blurred.
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She tried to speak, but collapsed to the ground before she could finish her sentence.
In the Imperial Palace, Lucius descended the stairs and asked the butler about the date of the day
in a rather stern tone.
“The eighth,” replied George with due respect.
The eighth? A whole week had passed without Violet appearing at the palace.
Curious, he asked, “What has Violet been up to lately?”
After calling Naomi, it was revealed that Violet was actively seeking employment.
“Job hunting?” Lucius’s anger flared, regretting his decision not to bring Violet back sooner.
Feeling that Violet needed a stern lesson, he lashed out in anger, kicking a nearby object with a loud crash.
George stayed quiet, letting Lucius express his frustration.
Once calmer, Lucius asked, “How's the investigation going?”
George stepped forward to inform her, “It appears Violet has been disowned by her father. She
was accused of poisoning her sister's drink, which damaged her sister's voice.”
“Are we sure of this?” Lucius questioned doubtfully. “Violet wouldn't do such a thing.”
“The only evidence we have is that the cup belonged to Violet,” George replied.
Lucius swiftly concluded, “So, someone aimed to sabotage Violet, but her sister ended up getting
it instead?”
His high intelligence allowed him to effortlessly piece the truth together. “Have these people lost
all sense? Don’t they think logically?”
George kept silent, but seemed to concur with Lucius’s reasoning.
“Find who tampered with her drink!” commanded Lucius, enraged at the thought of someone
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attempting to harm Violet.
“Understood, Master Lucius.” George acknowledged, his expression grave as he observed Lucius.
Despite not being in an official relationship, Luclus’s concern for Violet was evident. George was
quietly satisfied to see Lucius’s affections shift from Agatha to Violet.
“Get the flight ready!” Lucius commanded, determined to confront Violet for her apparent deliance.
Meanwhile, at the Elysium Club, an auction was in full swing.
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The club’s very nhinted at its unlawful nature. The night hadn't even fully set in, but the club was already
buzzing with life.
This evening, the club was conducting its regular weekly auction, a far cry from any normal. auction. Here, they
sold human beings, particularly women.
Such an institution shouldn't exist, but the auction thrived due to the owner's influential
connections and its popularity among the elite and wealthy.
What began as a monthly event had now beca weekly occurrence.
The women auctioned here weren't just any individuals.
Currently, a woman shrouded in a sheer veil stood on the stage. Her skin was fair and flawless, and her features
were delicate and refined. Her natural beauty was so striking that she needed no
makeup to accentuate her looks.
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