Chapter 33 Inspecting

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Violet walked to the door with crutches and opened the door. Calvin took the opportunity to run back to
the room.

The door was opened. George Joe came in with a medicine box on his back. Just as he was about to
say hello, he saw an extra person in the living room.

"Mr. Murphy, why are you here?" George's gentle eyes suddenly became sharper.

Stanley knew that George was a little unwelcome to his arrival, and even a little wary. Then Stanley
squinted his eyes slightly.

What was this man being wary of about him?

Seeing Stanley pursing his lips and not speaking, Violet had to answer, "It was Mr. Murphy who drove
us back home."

"Really?" George's eyes sank, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

He reached out to Stanley.

Stanley glanced down. He still didn't mean to shake hands with George, and then he said lightly,
"You're welcome. I should leave now."

George didn't get angry. He just put his hand down with a light smile, "Mr. Murphy, no longer staying
longer?"

"No need." Stanley said expressionlessly, and walked towards the door.

As Stanley passed by George, the two looked at each other. Their eyes met for a few seconds.



In these few seconds, Stanley was enough to see through George.

This was a man who was very good at disguising himself. His gentle appearance was fake, and cold
and gloomy was the real face of this man.

Stanley didn’t know why Violet married such a hypocritical man.

Thinking about it, Stanley turned his head and glanced at Violet.

Violet smiled at him, not knowing what he was thinking. After walking him out and watching him enter
the elevator, Violet turned back to the house.

The moment Violet closed the door, her face sank, "Calvin!"

When Calvin heard her, he came out of the room with a fake smile, "Mommy..."

Violet walked up to Calvin with a sullen face, "Tell me, why did you hold this thing in your hand? Last
time when you pulled off your sister’s hair, Mommy told you not to play this. Why did you..."

"Sorry, Mommy, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again next time." Before Violet could finish her words,
Calvin grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook her, looking pitiful.

It was rare for Violet to see her son act like a little child. All the words that she wanted to say were
blocked. No matter how angry she was, she couldn't vent it on Calvin now.

After a while, she sighed and tapped her son’s forehead helplessly, "You!"

Calvin hugged her hand. There was a slyly look in his eyes. He knew that the matter was over.

"Violet, what happened?" George on the side listened to the conversation between mother and son and
asked in a daze.



Violet explained, "This kid was naughty just now and almost offended Mr. Murphy. Fortunately, Mr.
Murphy didn't blame him. Otherwise, I won't be able to work in the company."

Speaking of this, she pinched Calvin's face, "Okay, put your Lego away. If you make a mistake again, I
will confiscate it."

Calvin understood that Mommy wasn't joking with him, so he answered, "I see."

"Okay, go to play. I’m going to cook."

After speaking, Violet returned to the kitchen.

After the meal, Violet took Arya to the room to take a shower. Only Calvin and George were left in the
living room.

Calvin lay beside George, "Godfather, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" George was preparing the medicine which Violet had to change for a while. Hearing the little
guy's words, he stopped and looked at him.

Calvin glanced in the direction of the room with a guilty conscience, then sneakily took out two sealed
bags from his pocket and handed them over.

George took a look and narrowed his eyes, "Hair?"

"Well, this is my hair and Uncle Murphy's hair." Calvin replied in a low voice.

George suddenly realized something. His gentle face became gloomy a bit, "You suspect that he is
your father, so you want me to do a paternity test for you two?"

Calvin didn't notice George's abnormality. He just nodded, "Yes, Uncle Murphy looks so similar to me.
It’s weird. So Godfather, help me!"



George looked down at the hair. His eyes were complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.

Seeing that George hadn't reacted for a long time, Calvin stretched out his little hand and waved in
front of George, "Godfather? Godfather?"

George came to his sense. Then he pushed his glasses, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Thank you!!" Calvin smiled sweetly.

The corners of George's mouth moved slightly. He didn't speak any more, secretly clenching the hair in
his hands, as if he was about to smash it.

"Calvin, what are you doing?" Violet asked abruptly. When she came out of the room, she heard Calvin
thanking George.

"Nothing! Godfather just gave me a candy! Godfather, right?" Calvin blinked at George.

"Yes." George smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Mommy, I'm going to take a shower." Calvin climbed off the sofa and ran to the room.

Seeing him running so fast, which looked so cute, Violet couldn't help but laughed.

"Violet, come and change fresh dressing for your wound." George patted the sofa and said warmly.

Violet walked over.

After changing it, it was almost ten o'clock.

George packed up the medicine box and was about to leave.



But after he got out of the apartment, he didn't leave directly. Instead, he went to the safe corridor,
threw two bags of hair into the trash can, and then walked to the elevator.

Two days later, in the Murphy Group.

Phoebe's assistant started shouting as soon as she entered the large office, "Hurry up, everyone, put
away the unnecessary things on the table, especially all kinds of snacks and cosmetics. Put them
away. There will be some big shots coming to inspect us in a while!"

"Who?" someone asked.

The assistant looked arrogant, "Of course it is our boss."

That person was her sister's fiancé!

"What..." Everyone in the office gasped.

"Why would Mr. Murphy suddenly come to inspect our department?"

"Who knows! In any case, you quickly clean up the office. If anyone doesn't do it, just wait for
punishment." After leaving this warning, the assistant turned around and went out.

The people in the office began to get busy.

Violet glanced at her desk. There was nothing else except the file and the computer, so she didn't need
to clean up. So she continued to organize the line drafts in her hand.

"Violet, do you know why Mr. Murphy suddenly came to inspect?" Kara, who wiped the table, suddenly
asked.

Violet glanced at her somewhat inexplicably, "You don't know the reason. How could I know?"



"Well, I think you have a pretty good relationship with Mr. Murphy, so I thought you knew it." Kara
smiled.

Violet frowned, "I have a good relationship with Mr. Murphy? Who did you listen to?"

"I saw it! You got in Mr. Murphy's car yesterday." Kara leaned in Violet's ear and whispered.

It turned out to be so.

Then Violet explained faintly, "It’s because my feet aren’t well and it’s not convenient to take a taxi, so
Mr. Murphy gave me a ride. When my feet are well, he won’t drive me back home. Kara, you can't talk
nonsense in the future, in case it gets to the ears of Mr. Murphy and Director Hunt..."

"I see! I won't talk about it later." Kara interrupted Violet quickly, seeming a little scared.

Violet looked at Kara deeply for a few seconds, always feeling that something weird. But she couldn't
find the reason why she felt weird. So she didn't talk about it anymore, and bounded the finished line
draft.

At this moment, some footsteps approached the design department. Then, a tall and handsome man
walked in first, followed by several people, including Phoebe.


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