Chapter 39 Get Drunk and Lie at the Door

In his impression, the people who could dye the cloth were all old and experienced men.

She was too young. Was she really competent?

It was impossible for him to take such a large sum of money to let her practice it!

As if Violet could see what the man was thinking, she turned off the computer and said, "Mr. Murphy,
don't worry. Since I dare to ask for a dye room, it means I will definitely finish it. I don't need to make
jokes about this kind of thing."

Hearing this, Stanley looked at her for a while and smiled faintly, "Since you have said so, I will let
Fraser arrange it."

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy." Violet was overjoyed and bowed quickly.

Stanley nodded slightly, "Don't be overjoyed now. Although I agreed to arrange a dye room for you, you
will have to pay the price if the cloth is damaged."

"Got it!" Violet said calmly.

If the cloth was ruined, compensation would be due.

But she believed in her own strength. The cloth would not be ruined in her hands.

"Well, then..." Stanley's cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang before he finished talking.

He frowned slightly and didn’t speak anymore. He just took out his phone and took a look.

Then, his face suddenly became gloomy.



Upon seeing this, Violet knew that she was not suitable for staying here any longer, so she said
goodbye.

Stanley waved his hand and agreed her to leave.

After Violet left, he answered the phone.

But before he could speak, the person on the other end of the phone said first, "Stanley, how did you
consider Uncle's suggestion? That's a real nice place. If you miss it, you won't get it anymore." "

Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Uncle, I said I wouldn't agree with moving Grandpa’s cemetery. I don't
believe in those predictions. You’d better give up this idea!"

"Why are you so stubborn? You don't believe in those predictions, I believe in those. As long as you
move your Grandpa’s cemetery to that place, our Murphy family can go further." Sam Murphy said.

Stanley narrowed his eyes, "Uncle, don't think I don't know that you just want to take Grandpa's
graveyard as your own."

Hearing this, Sam was startled at first, and then he sneered, "Since you know, I will say straightly. I will
definitely get that piece of land!"

After speaking, Sam hung up the phone directly.

Looking at the phone that had returned the main interface, Stanley looked cold and terrifying.

At this time, Fraser pushed the door in, holding a document in his hand, as if there was something
important to report. But looking at Stanley's face at the moment, he asked, "Mr. Murphy, what's the
matter?"

"Prepare the car! I have to go back the old house!" Stanley put away the phone and ordered.



Fraser responded and immediately walked out to prepare the car.

Soon, Stanley was already on his way to the old house.

He looked at the backward scenery outside the car window, his feeling complicated.

Sam suddenly wanted to get Grandpa's graveyard. There must be that Ivan Murphy was instigating
Sam.

But he just didn't know why Sam wanted that piece of land for?

As he was thinking, the car stopped. Fraser turned his head and said to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, we are
here!"

Stanley stopped thinking and got out of the car. Then he walked into the old house with a sullen face

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he finished dealing with Sam's matter and worshiped to
Jordan Murphy, Stanley’s grandfather.

Fraser drove Stanley’s back to the villa where Stanley usually lived. As soon as Stanley entered the
villa, he smelled a rich perfume. Then he frowned immediately.

"Stanley." Phoebe was overjoyed when Stanley came back. She hurriedly greeted him, "Ah, have you
drunk?"

Stanley moved a step aside, avoided her, and asked solemnly, "Why are you here?"

"Isn't it Grandpa's death anniversary today? I'm worried that you will be sad, so I will come and see
you." Phoebe explained and went to get the briefcase in his hand like the hostess.

Stanley still avoided, and shouted coldly, "Lacey!"



Lacey, who was busy in the kitchen, came out quickly, "Sir, are you back?"

"Who let her in?" Stanley pointed at Phoebe. His tone was not very good, "Didn't I say that when I am
away, no one is allowed to come in?"

Lacey glanced at Phoebe, "Sir, I was thinking that Miss Hunt is your fiancée, and you two will get
married sooner or later, so..."

"This month, your bonus will be deducted!" Stanley didn't want to listen to what she said, so he directly
punished her.

Lacey smiled bitterly, "Yes."

"Stanley, what do you mean?" Phoebe looked at Stanley dissatisfiedly.

Lacey let her come in, but he punished Lacey, which meant that she was not welcomed.

Stanley didn't intend to answer her question. He pressed his eyebrows tiredly and said, "You can
leave!"

"No, I won't leave." Phoebe took a step to the right and stopped in front of Stanley, "I am here. Besides
wanting to see you, it’s also my father's meaning. My father wants me to ask you when will we get
married?"

Huh?

Stanley was shocked slightly. Then he looked at her for a few seconds, and faintly replied, "I don't
mean to get married for the time being."

"Why?" Phoebe's blushing face turned pale in an instant.

She didn't understand the engagement was so smooth, but why it was so difficult to get married!



Obviously, it was only one step that she could be Mrs. Murphy, but he just didn't agree!

Thinking of this, Phoebe clenched her fists unwillingly, "Stanley, I have been waiting for five years.
Hong long do you want me to wait again?"

"If you don't want to wait, you don't have to wait!" Stanley pulled off his tie and walked upstairs past her.

Phoebe bit her lip and looked at his back, her eyes filled with disbelief.

What did he mean? Let her take the initiative to break the marriage contract?

Impossible! She wouldn’t do that even if she died!

Phoebe retracted her gaze and walked out of the villa with a gloomy expression on her face.

Upstairs, Stanley opened his door and smelled the rich perfume again.

His face sank quickly, "Lacey, did you let her into my room?"

Lacey stood on the first floor of the stairs and looked up, "No! Miss Hunt said that she wanted to visit
here, so I just let you visit by herself. I really didn't know that she had entered your room, Sir."

Hearing this, Stanley was so angry. He closed the door with a sullen face, turned and went downstairs,
and then he walked directly towards the door.

"Sir, where are you going?" Lacey asked after him.

Stanley said coldly while changing his shoes, "Let someone clean up the villa tomorrow. I will come
back when the cleaning is finished."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out. Soon, he drove out of the villa area.



At this time, in Blue Scene Villa.

Violet coaxed the two children to sleep. She came out of the children's room while pinching her sore
necks. Suddenly, she heard a thud from the corridor outside the door.

"What's going on?" Violet was startled, thinking that something was wrong. Then she hurriedly went to
open the door. She saw a tall man lying down the corridor.

Obviously, the loud noise just now came from the man when he fell to the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Violet stepped forward and gently kicked the man on the ground with her toes.

The man was motionless.

Violet squatted down slightly, trying to check the man's condition, but she smelt a strong smell of
alcohol.

She frowned in disgust, then stretched out her hand to turn the man over. A familiar and handsome
face came into her eyes.

Violet's eyes widened incredibly. How could it be him?

Before Violet could think about it, she shook the man twice, "Mr. Murphy? Mr.
Murphy?"

At this time, in Blue Scene Villa.

Violet coaxed the two children to sleep. She came out of the children's room while pinching her sore
necks. Suddenly, she heard a thud from the corridor outside the door.

"What's going on?" Violet was startled, thinking that something was wrong. Then she hurriedly went to
open the door. She saw a tall man lying down the corridor.

Obviously, the loud noise just now came from the man when he fell to the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?" Violet stepped forward and gently kicked the man on the ground with her toes.
The man was motionless.

Violet squatted down slightly, trying to check the man's condition, but she smelt a strong smell of
alcohol.

She frowned in disgust, then stretched out her hand to turn the man over. A familiar and handsome
face came into her eyes.

Violet's eyes widened incredibly. How could it be him?

Before Violet could think about it, she shook the man twice, "Mr. Murphy? Mr.
Murphy?"



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