Chapter 127 Fight

Violet shrugged and didn't mean to answer.

Jessie wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and mocked, "Oh my god, my stomach hurts with
laughter. Phoebe, you know the wrong person, but you still want to cooperate with Mr. Dixon!"

"What do you mean?" Phoebe's heart sank.

Wrong person?

Could it be...

Phoebe immediately looked at Aadam and asked in a sharp voice, "You are not Mr. Dixon!"

"I am Mr. Dixon's secretary." Aadam smiled.

Phoebe clenched her fists and shouted, "You are not Mr. Dixon, but why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He actually made her so embarrassed in front of Violet and Jessie.

Aadam spread his hands, "This lady, it's not that I didn't tell you, but you didn't give me a chance. I was
interrupted by you twice. What can I do?"

"Yes." Jessie echoed, "After you came in, you didn't ask anything clearly. Now you blame him and don't
reflect on whether you are wrong. For a person like you, who would dare to cooperate with you?"

Aadam nodded repeatedly, "Miss Robinson is right. I'm sorry, this lady! We can't cooperate with you."

"Why?" Phoebe was unwilling to accept the result, frowning.

Aadam pointed towards Violet, "Because we have decided to cooperate with Miss Hunt."

"What?" Phoebe raised her voice, glaring at Violet angrily.



Violet looked back at Phoebe and smiled at her.

In Phoebe's eyes, this smile was just showing off and provoking her.

Her angry face was distorted. She squeezed the bag's handle, turned around and went out.

That was not over. She would definitely let Violet know the consequence of robbing her cooperation.

As for Mr. Dixon, she would also make him regret today's decision.

"Violet, see her jealous look. So ugly!" Jessie looked at the direction Phoebe was leaving, and said to
Violet.

"Okay, don't you know what kind of person she is? Don’t waste your time on her." Violet put down her
tea cup and stood up, smiling at Aadam, "Aadam, we will wait for your arrival in the studio tomorrow.
Bye!"

"Okay, bye." Aadam took the initiative to walk to the door and opened the door for them.

Jessie helped Violet out, ready to go to the infirmary to check the feet.

When they walked to the elevator, they found that Phoebe hadn't left yet, and was standing in front of
the elevator and making a phone call.

Seeing them coming, Phoebe seemed to be frightened, and hung up the phone quickly.

Upon seeing this, Jessie squinted her eyes, "She hung up the phone as soon as we came. Could it be
that she did something vicious?"

"It’s none of your business!" Phoebe retorted loudly.

It just so happened that the elevator door opened at this time, and she was about to go in.



Jessie pulled a long face and stopped her, "Wait!"

Phoebe stopped subconsciously and turned around, "What?"

"What? Of course we have to get even with you!" Jessie sneered twice, and helped Violet to the side
wall, "Violet, stand here."

Violet knew what Jessie was going to do, so she hummed and put her hand on the wall to support
herself.

Seeing Violet standing firmly, Jessie let go of her hand and walked towards Phoebe, slapping her.

Phoebe was shocked by Jessie’s slap. She covered her face for a long time before reacting. Her eyes
widened in disbelief, "Do you dare to hit me?"

Violet didn't expect Jessie to slap Phoebe so fiercely. Listening to the sound, she could imagine how
hard Jessie used.

"Yeah, so what? Since you dare to pour the oil the outside of the bathroom and made Violet fall, I will
dare to slap you." Jessie shook her aching hand.

There was a panic in Phoebe's eyes. But then she quickly calmed down, "Why do you say it's me? Do
you have any evidence?"

"The evidence is in her bag!" Violet freed a hand and pointed at Phoebe's bag.

Jessie's eyes lit up and directly grabbed Phoebe's bag.

"What are you doing? Give me the bag!" Phoebe's face changed. She screamed.

Jessie ignored her, opened the bag, and poured out the stuff directly.



"It’s here." Jessie bent down and picked up a small bottle on the ground, and showed it in front of
Phoebe, "It's this essential oil. What else do you have to say now?"

Phoebe's face turned pale, and she reached out to grab it.

Jessie turned around, avoiding her, "No way!"

"Damn you!" Phoebe was so furious. She gritted her teeth and wanted to scratched Jessie's face.

"Jessie, be careful!" Violet knew that Phoebe lost her mind now. With frowning, she quickly reminded.

"Don't worry. She can't beat me!" Jessie smiled confidently, threw the essential oil to Violet, rolled up
her sleeves, and fought with Phoebe.

The two of them fought together, scratching each other’s faces and hair. Violet was so anxious.

Especially when she saw Jessie’s face which was scratched by Phoebe, she was worried, "Jessie,
stop!"

"No, if I can't beat her down today, I won’t be Jessie." Jessie was so angry at this moment, and was
unwilling to stop.

Violet was afraid that Jessie would suffer more serious injuries if this continued, she had to go to
persuade Jessie.

But as soon as she jumped one step, she lost her balance and fell forward.

At the moment when she was full of horror and her body was about to land, an arm suddenly stretched
out from behind, hooked her waist, and brought her back.



Violet bumped her back into a hard chest. The familiar mint fragrance made her recognize who was
behind without having to look back.

Stanley!

Stanley frowned, looked at Violet's shocked face, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Murphy." Violet nodded, ignoring why he was here, squeezing his hands and
looking at the two women in front of her anxiously, "Mr. Murphy, please let them stop!"

Stanley gave a hmm, squinted at Phoebe and Jessie and yelled, "Stop!"

Hearing his voice, Phoebe immediately stopped.

Seeing Phoebe stop, Jessie also stopped, but she still didn't forget to provoke Phoebe, "Why? Give
up?"

Phoebe gave Jessie a fierce look, without replying. Then she turned around and looked at Stanley.

Seeing him standing with Violet and still holding Violet's waist, her face changed on the spot, "Stanley,
what are you doing? Why are you hugging her?"

Phoebe pointed at Violet jealously.

Violet was shocked. Only then did she realize that she was still being held by Stanley. Then she quickly
moved Stanley's hand away.

Without the support of Stanley's arm, she could not stand on one foot. She began to shake again.

"Jessie." Violet reached out to Jessie.

Jessie immediately understood what Violet meant, and took a step forward to support her.



Violet breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that she was all right, Stanley slowly clenched his hand in the air into a fist, and finally put it in
his trouser pocket.

Phoebe walked to Stanley, raised her head, looking at him as if she was about to cry, "Stanley, why are
you hugging her!?"

Stanley pursed his thin lips, and replied with some impatience, "She hurt her foot."

"Even if her foot is injured, it is not your turn to help her. You are my fiancé. But you are holding other
women in front of me. Who am I to you?" Phoebe bit her lip and complained.


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