The Wife In Disguise

Violet had always been thinking about her contract with the Johnson Group.

In the afternoon, she made a phone call to the Johnson Group and was told that there was a change in personnel and the contract she was about to sign had to be put on hold.

Violet was a little helpless.

A change in leadership meant that the previous cooperation was uncertain.

After all, a new official would apply strict measures.

No one knew how strict the new measures were.

She felt a little bit wronged because she had been following this order for a long time.

All things were ready, just lacking a final step.

She would be so upset if she lost the chance!

Suddenly, the image of Louis flashed in her mind.

He was the biggest boss of the Johnson Group, and if he can give his nod, then she had nothing to worry about in terms of business.

Could she go and talk to him for a favor?

“Helena, are you gonna leave later?”

Josie asked as she carried Erin into the studio.

Violet returned to her senses and looked at the time.

It was night time again.

It was logical that she would have to put on ugly makeup again and go back to the villa.

That was really troublesome.

“Mommy, where are you going? Don’t you want Erin anymore?”

Erin got off from Josie and wrapped her arms around Violet’s thighs.

“How can it be? Don’t you know about it? Mommy got a part-time job while you were on your trip. I’ll go make money later, and when you wake up, mommy will be back.”

Violet’s almond eyes flashed and she made an excuse.

“Mommy doesn’t work so hard. I don’t want you to earn money.”

Erin hugged Violet’s thigh tightly and compressed her lips in grievance.

Violet felt distressed.

“Okay, mommy’s not going anywhere. Just stay home with Erin.”

She was not going back to the villa.

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Violet took out her phone and sent a message to Louis.

“Mr. Johnson, I have something to do tonight, so I won’t go back to the villa.”

They were getting divorced anyway.

She thought Louis should not care if she returned to the villa or not.

“Violet, have you forgotten that you’re married? Do you need me to pick you up?”

Louis’ message came back quickly.

There was arrogance between the lines.

Violet gripped her phone tightly, feeling speechless.

She didn’t want to talk to him, but she was also afraid that Louis would really come pick her up.

“Got it, will be back later.”

Putting down her phone, Violet looked into her daughter’s big, dark eyes and just felt guilty.

She wanted a quick divorce!

“Come on, mommy will walk you upstairs.”

“Mommy, are you really not going to make money?”

“Yes, I have to stay with my little princess.”

After putting her daughter to bed, Violet put on ugly makeup, changed her clothes, and drove back to the villa.

The villa was lit up and Louis, dressed in gray housecoat, was sitting in the living room, working.

His reserved and cold temperament, with his clothes, seemed to subside.

But his domineering aura was still not to be ignored.

“Mr. Johnson, I’m back.”

Violet said hello to him.

Louis lifted his eyes slightly and raised his hand to look at his watch.

“It’s almost ten o’clock, Violet. And your bakery is doing great business at night.”

“Because I need to prepare tomorrow’s ingredients in the evening.”

Violet forced a smile and made an excuse.

Louis glanced at her, but did not continue to scold her.

“I’m hungry.”

So, he wanted her to come back so she can cook for him?

She was being treated like a servant!

Violet bellyached in her heart, “What would Mr. Johnson like to eat?”

“Noodles.”