Chapter 163 The Cloth Matter

Soon, her speculation was confirmed.

Stanley led Fraser out of the building and walked towards Violet.

Although Violet wondered why he had to bring Fraser with him when he came down to get the key, she
didn't ask much. Then she directly handed him the car key.

After he took it, he gave it to Fraser behind him.

Fraser got the key, smiled at Violet, opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Only Violet and Stanley were left outside the car.

Violet bowed slightly to him, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

"Never mind." Stanley replied with one hand in his pocket.

Violet straightened up and looked at him. Seeing that his face was not as pale as in the morning, she
felt relieved a little, "Mr. Murphy, I have to leave."

"Wait a minute." Stanley grabbed her arm.

Violet turned around, "What's the matter?"

"Get in the car and drive you back." Stanley lifted his chin toward the back seat door.

Violet waved her hand, "No need, you guys just come down to get a car key. Don't need to drive me
back."

"We’re going to the same place." Stanley let go of her arm and leaned slightly to open the door.

Violet blinked, "Really?"



Stanley said, "I'm going to the hospital. So I just pass your studio on the way."

"It turned out to be like this." Violet nodded, indicating that she understood.

No wonder he brought Fraser down with him. It turned out that Fraser had to drive.

He should go to the hospital to see Ivy.

Violet's eyes dimmed for a moment. She didn't refuse, but she just bent over and got into the car.

Stanley then got in and closed the car door.

The car started gradually and quickly became part of the traffic.

On the way, Violet answered a call from Jessie. After hearing what Jessie said, her face sank quickly.

Stanley caught a glimpse of it, frowning slightly.

"What's the matter?" He put his elbow down from the car door.

Violet hung up the phone, pursed her red lips, and replied, "There is something wrong with the cloth in
our studio. Our clothes will be updated in the fall soon. The design drawings are ready. But the cloth
factory which cooperates with us told us that they could not provide cloth."

"Why?" Stanley looked at her.

Violet rubbed her eyebrows, "They said a batch of machines were broken and the cloth could not be
produced."

"This is absolutely impossible. It is impossible for the machine to break down at the same time."
Stanley said lightly.



Violet nodded, "Yes, the cloth factory must be lying, either deliberately not giving us cloth, or other
companies or studios have a large demand for cloth, so they give our cloth to others first."

This situation had happened abroad.

"Then change one." Stanley put his finger on his knee and tapped, suggesting.

Violet sighed and shook her head, "No, we gave them the money of a season at once. If we change
another factory, we have to spend extra money. When we signed the contract, we said that as long as
they don’t miss the latest delivery date, even if our studio is in a hurry for cloth, we can’t let the cloth
factory to refund the money."

This was the most troublesome point for her. Because of ‘Born of Fire’, many offline physical clothing
stores come to her studio to order a lot, which caused the order volume had far exceeded tripled
reservation before the clothes for this season weren’t produced yet.

Therefore, the cloth they need in their studio were much more than the predetermined quantity. The
cloth factory had negotiated to change the latest delivery date to the end of the month, but there was
still half a month before the end of the month. Then the promise their studio agreed to give clothes to
the clothing stores before the end of the month would not reach. At that time, they would have to pay
liquidated damages.

Thinking of this, Violet only felt irritated. The intensity of rubbing her eyebrows increased a lot.

Looking at her troubled look, Stanley pondered for a moment. Then he took out the wallet from his
pocket, opened it, and took out a black card and handed it to her.

Violet looked at him confusedly, "Mr. Murphy, you are..."



"Don't think too much. Just lend it to you." Seeing Violet didn't take, Stanley put the bank card directly
in her hand.

If he directly gave her this card, she would definitely not take it. She might even feel that he suddenly
gave the money out of some motives.

But if he said to lend it to her, it wouldn't be the same.

Sure enough, just as Stanley thought,

Looking at the card in the hand, Violet’s lips moved. She wanted to refuse at first.

But then she thought about the cloth factory that could not deliver the cloth in a short time, and they
had to pay liquidated damages. In the end, she was defeated by reality and tightened the bank card.

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy. I will pay you back as soon as possible." Violet promised.

With her design ability, it shouldn't be difficult to repay the money by selling dozens of more design
drawings.

Thinking about this, Violet's pressure was relieved a lot, and her face eased.

Seeing it, Stanley felt good, "You can pay it back when you have the remaining money."

"Okay." Violet knew that he was reminding her that she didn't have to rush to pay the money. She felt
warm.

Afterwards, Violet sent a text message to Jessie about changing the cloth factory.

But, the car suddenly stopped suddenly.

Under Violet's exclaim, she rushed directly towards the back of the front passenger's seat.



Although the back of the chair was not very hard, she would definitely hit her head with such an impact.

Just when Violet showed horror, thinking that she was really going to die, a big hand suddenly pressed
on her shoulder and pulled her back vigorously, accompanied by the man's low voice, "Be careful!" "

Violet was pulled back, and fell on Stanley's thigh. She was unable to get up.

Stanley didn't look down at her, but tapped the back of the driver's seat with a gloomy face.

When Fraser heard the sound, he quickly parked the car on the side of the road and turned his head.

Seeing Violet lying on Stanley's legs, he widened his eyes in surprise.

God! What were Violet and Mr. Murphy doing?

Violet was actually on Mr. Murphy’s laps!

Not knowing what Fraser had misunderstood, Stanley looked at him coldly and asked in a deep voice,
"What happened to the car just now?"

Violet pricked her ears to listen.

Fraser straightened his back and replied with an apologetic expression on his face, "Someone crossed
the road just now, so I stepped on the brakes suddenly. Mr. Murphy, did I frighten you and Violet?"

Although he asked like this, he felt that they were definitely not frightened.

If they were frightened, Violet could be so comfortable on his laps?

They should separate long ago!

Stanley rubbed his eyebrows, and faintly replied, "No."



"Well, then I will continue to drive." After speaking, Fraser turned his head back, and at the same time
rolled up the baffle.

At this moment, Stanley suddenly felt that he had been poked twice in his thigh. When he looked down,
he met those clear and beautiful eyes.

"What's the matter?" Stanley asked.

Violet bit her lip in embarrassment, "Mr. Murphy, can you let go of your hand?"

Where she lay was the roots of his thighs. If she moved a little bit, she might touch places that
shouldn't be touched.

Stanley was stunned when he heard the words, and then he realized that he pressed her on his thighs.
After his eyes flickered, he took his hand from her shoulder, "Sorry."


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