Chapter 173 Warehouse Was on Fire

George put down the phone, rearranged his expression, and replied with a smile, "It's from the garage,
saying that my car had been crashed too badly and it was not easy to repair, so advised me to buy a
new one."

Hearing that, Violet recalled the situation of his car at that time. The whole front of the car was flat. It
was really serious.

"Then buy a new one. It was crashed so badly. Even if it is repaired, the safety factor is not as high as
the original one." Violet sat down.

George said, "It can only be this way."

Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door.

Violet and George both looked over.

The door was opened. Jessie came in from outside carrying a big bag.

Seeing this, Violet quickly got up to help, "So heavy. What have you bought, Jessie?"

"I bought some cookers and a big bone. I am going to cook a big bone soup for George." Jessie took a
look at George.

George's eyes flickered, and then he looked away.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the two of them had begun to become stiff and embarrassing again,
Violet couldn't help but sighed, and then hurriedly clapped her hands and said, "Soup? I'm good at this.
Jessie, I can help you!"

"Okay." Jessie agreed with a smile.



Afterwards, Violet led Calvin to follow Jessie and walked to the next public kitchen, where the hospital
built for patients’ family members to cook.

After the three people left, only George was left in the ward.

George picked up the phone next to his pillow again and dialed out the phone number with a gloomy
face.

The phone was quickly connected. The woman said with slightly soft but a gleeful voice, "You are
awake."

"Is it you?" George squinted.

The woman blinked, pretending to not understand, "Dr. Joe, what are you talking about? Why is me?"

"You sent someone to damage the brakes of that car!" George squeezed the phone tightly and said in
a cold voice.

"Wow, you’re really clever."

The woman covered her lips and chuckled, "But I did this for your own good. You said you want to get
hurt for Violet and make Violet feel guilty for you. Then you can ask her to be with you. Bu just minor
injuries are not enough, so I just wanted to make you hurt a little bit more serious, then her guilt would
be more serious..."

"Huh, do you think I will believe your nonsense?" George interrupted her with a distorted face, "You just
want to kill me, because I have evidence that you want to kill Violet."

The woman's laughter stopped.



George knew that he was right. The hand he was holding the phone trembled slightly, as if he was
about to smash the phone.

"I advise you to dispel this idea. Do you think everything will be okay after you kill me? Do you believe
that as long as I die, the evidence will appear on the Internet immediately? It's not just that you wanted
to kill violet but also the truth about Stanley's parents' accident!"

After saying it, George grinned and hung up the phone.

At the same time, Violet opened the door and came in.

George's eyes condensed. Then he quickly let go of the phone and arranged the expression on his
face, returning to his usual gentle and elegant look, "Violet, is the soup ready?"

"No, I just came here to get the bag!" Violet said, walking towards the sofa, picking up the bag on the
sofa and putting it on her shoulders.

George pursed his lips, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah, just now, the supervisor of the factory department of the studio called me and told me that
something went wrong while making the clothes. He asked me to have a look." Violet nodded and
turned back.

George waved his hand at her, "Be careful on the way."

"I will. I'll see you later."

After that, Violet went out, pulled Calvin's hand outside the door, and left the hospital.

In the next few days, Violet became busy.



In the morning, she drew design drawings in the studio, helped other designers modify the design
drawings and went to the factory to supervise the progress of the clothes production. Then she went to
the hospital after picking up the children in the evening.

Sometimes, she had to go to Design Association to watch the previous knockout matches. She was so
busy that she lost so much weight.

Finally, the factory's first batch of ready-to-wear garments was finished. Before Violet could relax
herself, something went wrong in the warehouse.

When the accident happened, she was discussing the purchase of the accessories about catwalk
clothes with Aadam. After receiving a call from the warehouse manager, she stood up from the chair in
shock, "What did you say? It's on fire?"

"Yes, boss, what should we do now?" The warehouse manager jumped anxiously. His mind was blank,
and he didn't know what to do.

Violet trembled, "What else can you do? Call 911!"

"Oh, yes, yes..." The manager suddenly reacted.

Violet hung up the phone and quickly sorted out the documents on the table. While sorting it out, she
anxiously explained to Aadam, "Sorry, Aadam, I can’t accompany you for the time being. Let’s talk
about the accessories next time. There is a very important thing that needs to be dealt with urgently."

Seeing that she was shivering in a hurry, Aadam couldn't help asking, "What is going on? You can tell
me see if I can help?"

Maybe after he helped her, Mr. Murphy would be happy and would give him a bonus.



Violet held the document in her arms, "No need, Aadam, thank you for your kindness. The warehouse
where I store cloth is on fire, but my staff has already called 911. I'll go over and see what's going on."

After speaking, she bowed apologetically, left the restaurant and drove away.

Aadam looked at the direction of her car’s leaving, hesitated for a moment, and called Stanley to report
the matter.

After listening to it, Stanley frowned.

How could the warehouse suddenly be on fire?

"Fraser." Stanley knocked on the table and called Fraser in.

Fraser opened the door and stood at the door, "Mr. Murphy, what's the matter?"

"Prepare the car!" Stanley stood up and ordered in a deep voice.

Fraser was surprised, "Mr. Murphy, you want to go out? But there will be a meeting later..."

"It's not a particularly important meeting. Postpone it for two hours. I will be back soon!"

After Stanley finished speaking, he took the jacket from the shelf and put it on, strode out of the office
and walked towards the elevator. He looked a little worried.

The warehouse where stored the cloth was not allowed to have any source of fire, so generally it would
not catch fire.

Even the administrator who guarded the warehouse was not allowed to smoke, just to prevent this
thing. But now the warehouse was on fire! It was definitely not that simple!



Stanley drove the car and rushed to the outskirts with frowning.

Violet was also rushing there. It was originally the 30-minute drive, but she arrived here only in 20
minutes.

She got out of the car and looked at the warehouse that was still burning. She froze.

"Boss!" The warehouse manager saw her coming and hurried over.

Violet didn't look at him, but just raised her head, looking at the big fire in front of her, and asked with a
pale face, "Did the firefighters arrive yet?"

"Not yet, I called and asked. They are already on their way, but there is a traffic jam on the road, so..."

"Enough!" Violet interrupted him with red eyes, and then asked, "Where is the cloth? Did you rescue
them out?"

The warehouse manager lowered his head in shame.

Violet was trembling, feeling that the world was spinning.

She grabbed the handrail of the car door, not letting herself fall.

"Didn't rescue one out?" Violet calmed down a little, and asked, clenching her fists.

The warehouse manager shook his head, "When the fire was on, it happened to have a break at noon.
We were all eating out and didn’t know what was going on. When we came back from our meal, the fire
was already so big that we couldn’t get in at all, let alone rescue cloth."

Hearing this, Violet closed her eyes in despair.

At this time, another car drove over.






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