The Wife In Disguise

Violet sensed Louis’ intentions and got up from him hastily with a red face.

“That, Mr. Johnson, I’m tired and will go upstairs first.”

She was now a very ugly girl. Louis can also be attractive by her?

Was it too horny!

“Young master, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just came out for a drink.”

Lucy was happy and apologetic.

The young couple was finally making progress.

She had to tell the old Mrs. Johnson about it!

…

The next day, Violet gave Louis’ hair to Josie and asked her to go the hospital when she had time to do a genetic test for her.

Josie readily complied.

Once the arrangements for the store were made, Violet put on some ugly makeup and went back to Balridge Manor.

The old Mrs. Johnson was the happiest person to see her.

The old Mrs. Johnson cared about her so much, and implied her as well.

Violet knew Lucy must have told the old Mrs. Johnson what happened last night, so she could only laugh at the old Mrs. Johnson’s jokes about herself.

Suddenly she felt that the divorce was a bit of a long shot!

“Mom, Violet and I have to go to the hotel and make arrangements first.”

Rosalie came up and said.

The old Mrs. Johnson looked at her and nodded.

“Rosalie, you picked Violet to be your wife, and Mom thinks you have a good eye. At the banquet later, you can show her more, and let her learn how to be the head of the Johnson Family.”

Letting an ugly girl learn to be the matriarch of the Johnson Family?

The old Mrs. Johnson wasn’t too shabby either.

Rosalie’s heart snorted lightly, but her face did not show.

“Okay, Violet, come with me.”

Violet hmmed and followed.

When they arrived at the hotel, Rosalie asked Violet to do this and that.

Violet was silent, just obedient and did the work that her subordinates did.

She knew in her heart that Rosalie could not see herself as the future head of the family.

And she, of course, didn’t care.

A round of work was done and her body was sweating.

Just as she was about to go take a sip of water, Rosalie’s voice came back on.

“Violet, look at the decorative painting hanging on the wall, why do I think it’s a little crooked?”

Violet pushed up her glasses and looked at the mural, “I think it’s okay.”

“You’re young. How come your eyesight is worse than mine? Hurry up and get the painting straightened out.”

Rosalie reprimanded.

Violet gulped, somewhat speechlessly moved over a chair and climbed up.

“Rosalie, is this okay?”

“A little to the left.”

“How about this?”

“Pass, a little to the right.”

“…”

With several adjustments, Violet only felt her hands and legs sore, about to hold out.

“Jeez, Violet, why are you so stupid? You can’t even hang a mural? You’re really worse than a maid.”

Jasmine arrived at some point and stood next to Rosalie, with a mocking look on her face.

“Don’t say that. Your grandmother wants me to bring her up more so she can be a competent head of the family.”

Rosalie said grimly.

“How can she be the head of the family? That’s right, an ugly woman with a bastard son, a perfect match!”

Jasmine burst out in exaggerated laughter.

A number of the Johnson Family’s maids and hotel staff were gathered along the side.

Hearing Jasmine’s words, all laughed.

Violet’s face went cold.

“Jasmine, please keep your mouth shut! Don’t be the drop of poison that infects the whole tun of wine and ruin the Johnson Family’s good reputation.”

“You! Violet, you ugly bastard!”

Jasmine was disliked and kicked in anger at the chair Violet was standing on.

The chair swayed and instantly fell to the side.

A long row of pastries was laid out next to it. Violet was startled and her body involuntarily tilted over.

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