Chapter 391 The Bold Jessie

Ivy smiled, “I came here to work, I've fully recovered and I was bored at home, so I came over to find
Stanley and work first to kill the time.”

“Work?” Jessie scowled at her, “No offence, but what can you do?”

“Stanley's secretary.” Ivy replied with a smile.

Jessie rolled her eyes, “Secretary, is that the kind of secretary who has something to do but just spends
time with the president?”

These words managed to make the smile on Ivy's face disappear and her expression turned serious,
“Miss Robinson, please watch your mouth.”

“What, am I right about that? I think you are here to approach to Mr. Murphy, everyone knows about
your fancy on him.” Jessie pressed her lips.

Ivy seemed to be angry and squeezed her palms tightly, “Miss Robinson, I have a boyfriend, which is
Henry, so what you're saying now is completely false and I can sue you for slander.”

“Go ahead, and make everything clear. You have a boyfriend, but you still live in Mr. Murphy’s house
and even came to his company ......”

“Enough.” Ivy bellowed, her body trembling, “Miss Robinson, you're going too far. I know you don’t like
me, but please show some respect.”

“Hmph, you know that, so why should I respect you?” Jessie rolled her eyes again.

Ivy bit her lower lip, and her eyes grew red.



Fraser was watching the show from the side, but see what Ivy was to cry, he coughed and stood
forward to stop them, “Well, don't argue. Miss Robinson, what are you here for?”

He changed the subject.

Remembering her purpose here, Jessie stopped arguing with Ivy. Her face slightly became friendlier as
she answered, “I'm here to find Mr. Murphy.”

Fraser raised his eyebrow.

Ivy narrowed her eyes, “What for?”

“None of your business. You know I don't like you, why do you ask me?” Jessie sneered.

Ivy was awkward.

Fraser hurried to say, “Miss Ellis, you go first, the driver is waiting for you outside and you can come to
work tomorrow.”

Ivy knew he was helping her, so she smiled and said thank you before she walked away.

However, when she passed by Jessie, she paused, took slightly sideways and gave Jessie a cold look.

She took note of today's humiliation.

One day, she would get her revenge.

After Ivy left, Fraser looked at Jessie, “I'll make a call to Mr. Murphy, please wait, Miss Robinson.”

“Ok.” Jessie nodded her head.

Fraser took out his phone and made a call.



Soon, Stanley's low, cold voice came, “What is it?”

“Mr. Murphy, Miss Robinson wants to see you.” Fraser replied as he glanced at Jessie.

Stanley wrinkled his brow slightly, “Jessie?”

“Yes.”

“What did she want with me?”

“She didn't say, do you want to see her?”

Stanley pursed his lips for a few seconds and finally came to a decision, “Let her come up.”

“Okay.” Fraser hung up, “Mr. Murphy agrees to see you, come with me.”

After saying that, he entered the elevator, followed by Jessie.

Soon, they arrived at the president's office.

Jessie pushed the door in passing by Fraser.

Fraser tried to stop her, but he failed. And finally he rushed in with her to keep her from causing any
trouble.

“Stanley!” Jessie came to Stanley's desk in a rage and slapped her hands on the desk with a thud.

The coffee on the desk shook with it, almost spilled out.

This scene almost scared Fraser to death.

This woman was crazy to do this to his president.



Wasn’t she afraid the president threw her out?

Stanley was originally signing papers. Seeing what Jessie did, he frowned tightly and looked at her
coldly, “Do you know what you're doing?”

Jessie was scared in her heart when faced with his indifference, but for the sake of Violet, after taking a
deep breath, she pushed that fear back into her heart.

“Of course I know, and I'm not afraid of what you'll do to me later. I came here to get justice for Violet.
Why are you treating Violet like this? Since you married her, even if she did something wrong, you can
talk to her, why are you being cold to her?” Jessie questioned loudly.

Stanley narrowed his eyes, gazing at her, but he was silent.

Jessie swallowed, and added, “Violet has lost her weight and she can’t focus on work. She can’t even
watch her way, if I didn't pull her back in time, she would have been hit by a car yesterday!”

Hearing that Violet had almost been in a car accident, Stanley's pupils shrank slightly, and a quick flash
of worry passed through his eyes.

Jessie caught it and was surprised, “Mr. Murphy, you're worrying about Violet, it means you still love
her. Since you still love her, you should tell her what happened, what she did wrong, you can let her
correct it, don't be cold to her!”

“She can't correct it!” Stanley spat out in a stony cold tone.

His parents were dead.

No matter what Violet did, he couldn't get his parents back to life!



Jessie didn't know what was going through Stanley's mind, and was dissatisfied with his words, “How
come she can’t correct it? As long as it's not a great crime, everything can be corrected, and it's
impossible for Violet to commit a great crime, she wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken!”

“That's enough, if you came to give me a lecture, you can get out now!” Stanley pointed at the door
with an icy face.

Jessie opened her eyes wide and she wanted to say something else.

Once again, Stanley gave the eviction order, “Get out!”

Jessie bit her lip, “Fine, you are being unreasonable, but before I go, I have to give you a lesson, for
you treated Violet badly these days!”

Saying that, she took a deep breath, reached out her hand towards Stanley and pulled off a few
strands of his hair before Stanley could react.

Stanley grunted out of pain, frowning.

Fraser was scared, seeing that Stanley's terrible face, he was worried that Stanley would slaughter
Jessie, so before Stanley could open his mouth and get angry, he grabbed Jessie's arm and pulled her
out.

“What were you doing? How dare you pull Mr. Murphy's hair?” Outside the president's office, Fraser let
go of Jessie's arm and scolded her loudly.

Honestly, Jessie was a bit scared afterwards.

Still, seeing the hair in her hand, she felt it worth it.

“Hmph, he treated Violet badly.” Jessie grunted.



Fraser sighed, “Mr. Murphy did not want to do that, but it is complicated.”

“Do you know exactly how Violet pissed off Mr. Murphy?” Jessie's eyes lit up and immediately she fixed
her eyes at Fraser.

Fraser nodded, “Correctly, it wasn't Mrs. Murphy who did anything wrong, but her mother.”

Even if it wasn't Mrs. Murphy who hit and killed Mr. Murphy’s parents, she was in that car.

Now the president had been pretty tolerant by not retaliating against his wife.

“Her mother?” Jessie frowned, “But her mother is dead, what could she have done?”


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