Chapter 77 Car Crashed

In the photo, there were two people. They were a man and a woman and very young. Besides, they
looked a bit similar to Stanley .

Were they Stanley's parents?

Sure enough, Bella's answer confirmed Violet's guess.

"Mr. Murphy's parents. They have passed away."

Violet put down her water glass, "How did they pass away?"

Bella sighed, "I'm sorry, Miss Hunt. I can't tell you. This is the taboo of Mr. Murphy."

"Okay, I won't ask." Violet nodded, expressing understanding.

Bella stood up, "Miss Hunt, please rest first. I still have some clothes to wash."

"Okay." Violet smiled.

After Bella left, Violet picked up the remote control and turned on the TV to watch.

After watching it for a while, she felt a lot better in her stomach, then she was ready to leave.

She didn't get home last night. Calvin and Arya were probably worried about her.

Thinking here, Violet stood up, planning to go upstairs to find Stanley.

Before she walked, Stanley's figure had already appeared at the stairs.

"Mr. Murphy."

"What's the matter?" Stanley looked at her.



Violet pointed to the clock, "It's getting late. I should go back. I'm about to tell you."

"I'll drive you back home." Stanley walked towards the door, giving her no chance to refuse.

In the car, Stanley tapped his finger on the steering wheel, and suddenly said, "The matter of your
dress being trampled on by Phoebe last night, there is no result yet."

"Why?" Violet clenched her fists.

An apology flashed across Stanley's eyes, "The monitoring of the banquet hall was all turned off by
Ivan in advance, so it is impossible to prove whether Phoebe stepped on your dress deliberately."

"Really..." Violet pursed her red lips unwillingly.

Her instinct told her that Phoebe was deliberate, but there was no evidence, which was really annoying.

"But don't worry. I still arranged punishment for Phoebe." Stanley said after changing the gear.

Violet tilted her head to look at him, "What punishment?"

"The seventy-two hours of social volunteers. It will be broadcast live by the media." Stanley replied.

Violet raised her eyebrows.

Then Phoebe would be laughed at by others in the circle, right?

Thinking of this, Violet quickly took out her mobile phone and searched the live broadcast room where
Phoebe was a volunteer.

Soon, she found the live broadcast room.



Violet clicked in. Then she saw Phoebe wearing a cleaner's clothes, stepping on the banana peel, and
falling down.

"Puff!" Violet couldn't help but laughed directly. The whole car was filled with her laughter.

Stanley glanced at her. Seeing her smiling to tremble, his heart suddenly softened, "What is it funny?"

"I saw Director Hunt fell. It’s so funny." Violet wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and replied,
"There are these bullet screens, more interesting!"

"Really?" Stanley's face was indifferent, obviously not interested in what she said.

At this moment, a cat suddenly rushed out of the flowerbed a few meters in front and just stopped in
the middle of the road.

Seeing it, Violet’s face changed, "Mr. Murphy!"

Stanley’s face turned gloomy. It was too late to step on the brakes, so he turned the steering wheel
violently, turned the front of the car to the flowerbed, and then quickly unfastened his seat belt, leaned
forward and leaped towards Violet, holding her tightly in his arms and pressing her on the passenger
seat.

Boom!

The car shook suddenly. The alarm sounded.

Violet yelled in fright.

Stanley held her tighter in silence.

After a while, the car body stabilized. The sirens disappeared, and everything was calm.



Stanley then released Violet and got up from her.

Violet straightened up and looked towards the windshield.

Seeing the glass shattered into pieces which was like a spider web, her scalp was numb and her back
was cold.

"Mr. Murphy, are you okay?" Violet asked with a pale face and tremblingly.

"I’m okay." Stanley sorted out his clothes, "How about you?"

Violet shook her head, "I’m fine."

She was well protected by him. How could she be injured?

What shocked her was that this was already the second time that he did not hesitate to protect her.

Knock, knock. The car window was knocked.

Violet cleared her mind and looked over. A traffic policeman stood outside the car window.

Stanley rolled down the window, and the traffic policeman crouched down and asked, "Are you guys all
right?"

"We’re fine." Stanley replied quietly.

The traffic policeman nodded, "Then get out of the car and make a note."

Stanley had no objections, opened the door and got out of the car.

Violet didn't stay in the car. She quickly unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car.



After getting out of the car, she saw the front of the car rushed into the flowerbed, knocked open the
fence, and the car lights were broken. It was so terrible!

Violet couldn't help but gasped.

The car crashed so badly, but she and Stanley didn’t get injured at all.

She had to say they were really lucky!

Stanley finished talking with the traffic policeman and walked to Violet, "It's finished. Let's go."

"What about this car?" Violet pointed to Maybach.

Stanley glanced at it, "It can't work anymore. I will arrange for a trailer to come over and send it to the
junkyard."

"Junkyard?" Violet blinked in surprise, "Mr. Murphy, you mean you will throw away this car?"

"Um."

"It's a pity. Such an expensive car." Violet lowered her finger and said.

Stanley couldn't help showing a smile on his face when he saw the pity on her face.

Violet caught it. As if she saw something strange, she widened her eyes, "Mr. Murphy, you smiled!"

Hearing this, Stanley's expression on his face immediately held back. He returned to his usual
indifference, "No, you saw it wrong."

"I'm not mistaken. You indeed smiled." Violet insisted.

Stanley ignored her and turned to take a taxi on the side of the road.



Upon seeing this, Violet hurried to catch up with him.

After half an hour, they arrived at the apartment.

Violet pressed the doorbell. The door was opened soon.

Jessie came out and hugged her, "Violet, you are finally back."

"Okay, okay, let go." Violet poked Jessie's arm, "There is a guest!"

"Guest?" Jessie let go of her and looked behind her. Seeing Stanley, she was stunned. "Holy shit,
Calvin has grown up?"

Violet patted Jessie’s forehead dumbly.

She knew Jessie would react like this.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Violet introduced Stanley to Jessie, "This is my boss, Mr. Murphy."

After speaking, she pointed to Jessie again, "Mr. Murphy, this is my friend and Godmother of Calvin
and Arya."

"Hello." Stanley nodded slightly towards Jessie, saying hello.

Jessie responded blankly, "Hello, hello, are you the president of the Murphy Group?"

Stanley gave a cold hmm, then looked at Violet, "I have to go now."

Violet was startled, "Won't you go in and sit for a while?"

"No, you have the friend here." Stanley frowned and glanced at Jessie, who was still staring at him.



Violet also knew that he didn't like staying with strangers, so she nodded, "Well then, be careful on the
way."

"Okay." Stanley replied with a gentle expression on his face and turned to leave.

Jessie looked at his back and said with emotion, "My God, it's so alike. Violet, why didn't you tell me
before that he is so similar to Calvin?"

Violet shrugged, "I thought you wouldn't meet him, so there is no need to tell you."

"Yes." Jessie touched her chin. Then she thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "Violet, shouldn't
he be Calvin and Yoon’s..."


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