Chapter 74 Dress Slipped

His move surprised the other guests.

Among the guests who knew that his relationship with Ivan was at odds with each other shook their
heads with a smile.

Ivan and Stanley were fighting openly and secretly all the time. Unexpectedly, they would even have to
compete for dancing now.

"Stanley, do you want to dance with me?" Phoebe held her breath and asked the man beside her
excitedly.

Stanley gave an indifferent hmm. He stretched out his hand to her, but the corner of his eye was
always paying attention to Violet and Ivan.

Phoebe didn't notice it. She was immersed in the joy that he wanted to dance with her now. She was
afraid that he would regret it, so she quickly put her hand on his palm.

Stanley led Phoebe to dance, and approached Ivan and Violet while dancing.

"Mr. Murphy, Director Hunt." Violet smiled at them after seeing them.

Ivan also glanced at Stanley and Phoebe, and sneered.

Sure enough, Stanley couldn't calm down when it came to Violet.

It seemed that Stanley's feelings for Violet were deeper than he thought.

Thinking about it, Ivan glanced over Violet calmly.

The dance was now halfway through, and the most exciting part was about to change partners.



If there was only a couple of man and woman dancing in the venue, there was no need to exchange.

But now that Stanley and Phoebe were also there. So they must follow the dance rules. This was
etiquette.

As the music became fierce, Violet and Phoebe both spun.

A sharp glow flashed through Stanley's black eyes. He let go of Phoebe's hand and gently pushed her
towards Ivan.

Seeing Phoebe coming, Ivan had to let Violet go and pushed her towards Stanley.

Stanley caught Violet, took her away from here, and dance to the other side.

People on the sidelines didn't think anything was wrong.

However, the faces of Ivan and Phoebe were a bit gloomy.

"You seem to have been taken advantage of." Ivan lowered his voice and laughed at Phoebe.

Phoebe stared angrily in the direction of Stanley and Phoebe, "You don't need to remind of me!"

Of course she knew it, but what ridiculous was that she didn't notice it at first. She thought Stanley
really wanted to dance with her.

Unexpectedly, everything he did was for Violet. He didn't want Violet to dance with Ivan, so he pulled
her into the venue and exchanged her for Violet.

Thinking of this, Phoebe was about to piss off, her chest undulating violently. Her eyes were full of
hatred for Violet.

Ivan saw it. His spectacles reflected light, "Are you so angry and unwilling, right?"



Phoebe pursed her lips.

Ivan smirked, "Then do something!"

"Huh?" Phoebe immediately looked at him, "You want me to..."

Ivan shrugged and said nothing.

Phoebe lowered her eyelids to cover the emotion in her eyes.

Yes, he was right! She finally got the chance to dance with Stanley, but he was snatched away by that
bitch Violet.

That being the case, she wanted to let Violet know that she couldn’t be messes with so easily!

The corner of her eyes glanced at the hem of Violet's long dress. Suddenly, she had an idea.

She patted Ivan, and asked Ivan to take her closer to Violet.

After being next to Violet, she pretended to stagger and stepped on Violet's dress.

Since Violet turned her back to Phoebe, she didn't know Phoebe's movements.

Although Stanley saw Phoebe staggering, he didn't see Phoebe's foot on Violet's skirt, so he ignored it,
and took Violet to make one last spin to prepare for the curtain call.

But at this moment, a clear tearing sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Violet felt the dress on her chest disconnect from her chest and slipped down.

"Ah!" She screamed, and quickly squatted on the ground, covering her body. Her whole face turned
pale with fright.



Stanley quickly took off his coat and put it on her, covering her body. Then he shouted to the control
room on the second floor, "Turn off the lights!"

The people in the control room immediately did it.

In an instant, the entire banquet hall went dark.

Stanley helped Violet up. His voice was softer than ever, "Don't be afraid! No one sees it."

Violet's face was pale. Her pupils dilated. Her hands tightly pinched to the suit, her body trembling.

Obviously what happened just now brought a serious psychological shadow to her.

"Stanley, is Violet okay?" Ivan asked suddenly in the darkness.

Stanley ignored him. His cold and emotionless eyes locked onto Phoebe beside him accurately through
the darkness, "Say, why step on her clothes!"

Thinking back to the tearing sound and Phoebe's position at the time, it was easy to know why Violet's
clothes fell.

"I didn't mean it. I didn't even know that I stepped on Violet. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." Phoebe cried guiltily,
as if she didn't mean it.

However, Stanley didn't buy it. He patted Violet's still trembling back, and said in a deep voice, "Do you
think I will believe it?"

Phoebe stopped crying for a second, and then continued crying, "I know that you won't believe it
because I have targeted Violet before, but this time I swear I really didn't!"



Ivan pushed his glasses, "Stanley, I can also testify that she wears too high heels and lost her balance
at that time. It may be that time, she accidentally stepped on Violet."

"Accidentally? Do you think she really lost her balance?" Stanley sneered at Phoebe.

"Well, Stanly, don’t care the truth right now! Take Violet to the lounge and change clothes." Ivan
reminded.

Stanley reacted, and was about to leave with Violet.

But Ivan stopped him and said in a light voice, "Stanley, it’s not appropriate for you to bring Violet there.
You are Phoebe’s fiancé, but you bring other women to change clothes. What do others think about you
and think about Violet? So, I’ll take her there.”

After speaking, he held Violet's shoulders and took Violet from Stanley's arms.

Violet obediently followed him.

For her, it didn't matter who took her away. She just wanted to leave here.

Looking at the vague figures of Ivan and Violet leaving, Stanley clenched his fists tightly. For the first
time, he wanted to get rid of the identity as Phoebe's fiancé.

In the lounge.

Ivan brought a cup of hot water to Violet, "Drink some water."

"Thank you." Violet was already feeling better at this moment. She said thanks in a hoarse voice, and
stretched out her hand to take the water glass, taking a sip.

Ivan sat down on the sofa opposite her, took off his white suit and put it on the back of the sofa. He
crossed his legs, and looked at her shiningly.



Violet was uncomfortable when she saw him looking at her. She shrank her neck, "Director Murphy,
what are you looking at?"

Ivan supported his head and laughed, "I'm looking at your eyes. They looked beautiful after you cried.
They must be even more beautiful when you are crying. It's a pity that it was too dark to see."

Listening to his teasing words, Violet's face sank, "Director Murphy, you can go out first. I can wait for
someone to bring clothes over here by myself."

If he stayed here again, maybe he would say other things she didn't like to hear.

"No one will bring clothes." Ivan took off his glasses and threw it aside.

Violet was shocked, "Why?"

"Because I didn't arrange for anyone to look for clothes at all." Ivan said, pulling the tie around his neck.

Violet's face froze first, and then she realized something. She put down the water glass in her hand, got
up, and ran to the door.

"It's useless! When I came in, I locked the door." Ivan also stood up, turned around and looked at her
with a wicked smile.

Violet's face turned pale. The anxiety in her mind became more intense. Her heartbeat became much
faster, "What do you want to do?"


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