Russell suddenly burst into sarcasticughter. “I was just messing with you, Veronica. | didn’t expect that it was actually true.


    You''ve got some skills.”


    This was what Patrick taught him. It was called entrapment.


    Veronica’s face changed. “Even if you know, what difference does it make? After all, the whole inte knows about my attempt


    tomit suicide by shing my wrist, and you don’t have any evidence. Don’t even think about dealing with me by using audio


    and video recordings like Violet. Remember, they searched you when you came in, and that’s exactly what | was guarding


    against.”


    She said so, but herck of confidence was obvious.


    Russell stared at her coldly, saying nothing, and sneered inwardly. But no matter how cautious she was, she couldn’t outsmart


    Patrick.


    Suddenly, Veronica grabbed a fruit knife and made a cut on her wrist. Blood immediately began to flow. She used her other hand


    to press a call-for—help button.


    Russell waspletely taken aback by her actions. He looked at Veronica with a mixture of emotions. “You...”


    Veronica sneered. “This time, | really shed my wrist. Do you think you still have any leverage to threaten me?”


    “| truly underestimated you.” Russell no longer knew how to express his shock at this moment.


    Veronica coldly snorted. “What’s the alternative? Let you find out and try to ckmail me? I’m not that foolish.”


    As soon as Veronica finished speaking, a doctor rushed in. Russell was quickly pushed aside.


    In the afternoon, the inte was once again in an uproar by a piece of breaking


    news.


    Violet refused to drop the case, and Veronica lost control, needing a second surgery since the cut wound opened again.


    Apanying the news was a picture of Veronica bleeding from her wrist while being wheeled into the operating room.


    Netizens online were outraged.


    And it soon became a trending topic with the hashtag, “Violet, go to hell!”


    People all left theirments, such as that Violet didn’t deserve to be Veronica’s


    sister, or that she was heartless and inhumane.


    They all asked Violet to drop the case online, with some even questioning whether it was really that important for Violet to win the


    case.


    Violet noticed the news when Patrick called her and instructed her to go upstairs to his office,


    Without dy, she ascended the stairs and proceeded to Patrick''s office,


    Upon entering, she found Patrick fixated on hisputer screen, a mocking smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. She had


    no idea what Patrick was watching,


    Violet''s eyes shed as she inquired, “Mr. Hersey, what’s the matter?”


    Upon hearing her words, Patrick paused momentarily. His mouth curved into a yful smile as he responded, “Well, please have


    a seat”


    Violet pursed her I*ps and replied, “No need. It’s okay for me to stand here to listen.”


    Patrick nced at her with a faint smile and asked, “What are your thoughts on the news online?”


    Violet blinked her eyes, and she replied candidly, “I have no opinion.”


    Patrick snorted, saying, “Impressive that you’re soposed.”


    Violet looked up and retorted, “Why shouldn’t | be calm when you already have a n in mind?”


    Patrick’s eyes sparkled with surprise as he inquired, “Oh, so tell me, what’s my n?”


    Violet spoke directly, “Russell has been spending time with Veronica for two years. He must have evidence of her deceit. Since


    you spoke to him at noon, you must already be certain to convince him and let him work for you.”


    Patrick smiled. He looked at Violet as hemented, “You’re much smarter than | thought.”


    Violet responded with a sneer, “Far from your level, Mr. Hersey,”


    Patrick listened to her cutting words, feeling as though Violet was akin to a cat, scratching at his heart with her ws.


    Suddenly, he stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Violet.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Violet''s b*dy tensed slightly.


    Patrick stood in front of her and peered down at her.


    Violet felt the air around her grow thinner and instinctively took a step back. Patrick’s eyes deepened as he reached out and


    gently grasped her chin. Violet was taken aback, and she attempted to raise her hand to push him away. However, just as she


    raised her hand, Patrick caught her wrist. “nning to strike me, perhaps?”


    A sh of panic crossed Violet’s face. She furrowed her brow as she stared at Patrick, her voice trembling. “What are you


    doing?”


    Patrick’s I*ps curved into a sly smile as he wrapped his slender arm around Violet''s waist, pulling her into his arms.


    His S**y I*ps suddenly moved closer to her,


    Violet could even feel Patrick’s hot breath on her face.


    Panicking, she looked aside. Her fists involuntarily clenched, and her breathing quickened.


    “Is he going to k*ss me?” she thought.