Chapter 270 Phoebe''s Funeral


    Stanley nodded slightly, put down the magazine and stood up.


    He didn''t change his clothes. His suit was originally ck, so he didn''t need to change it. He just


    needed to add a white flower to the left chest pocket.


    He handed the white flower to Violet. Then Violet immediately understood what he meant. She took it


    with a smile, and then pinned it on his chest pocket.


    "Alright." Violet adjusted Stanley''s neckline, ready to take her hands back.


    However, Stanley held her hands firmly.


    "What''s the matter?" Violet looked at him suspiciously.


    Stanley took her hands and tugged her into his arms.


    Violet eximed and ran into his arms.


    Immediately afterwards, Stanley raised her chin again and lowered his head to kiss her.


    Violet was stunned for a moment, then reacted. She put her arms around his neck, and began to


    respond to his kisses.


    After Stanley felt it, a smile shed in his eyes. Then he kissed deeper, until Violet couldn''t catch her


    breath before he let go of her.


    "Let''s go." Satisfied Stanley wiped the water stains on the corners of her lips, took her hand, and


    walked to the vi entrance.


    Violet looked at the back of his head angrily, "My lips are red and swollen."


    Stanley nced at her lips, "It''s okay. It will get better in a while."


    "Huh!" Violet curled her lips and didn’t want to talk to him.


    An hourter, they arrived at the Hunt’s.


    Freeman, Eason''s butler, was waiting at the door for Stanley''s arrival.


    After seeing Stanley''s car, he hurried forward to greet Stanley and opened the door in person, "Mr.


    Murphy, wee."


    Stanley ignored him, got out of the car, closed the door, and walked to the passenger seat.


    Freeman looked at him suspiciously.


    Was there anyone else in the car?


    Who could make Mr. Murphy open the door in person?


    Just when he was thinking about it, the people in the car got off.


    After Freeman saw her face, he was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide, "Violet?"


    The person in the car was actually Violet.


    How could she be with Mr. Murphy?


    Looking at Freeman''s shocked face, Violet knew what he was thinking. He was guessing about her


    rtionship with Stanley.


    "Freeman, long time no see." Violet smiled faintly, and took Stanley''s arm.


    Seeing her behaviors, Freeman knew everything.


    These two people were clearly a couple!


    Freeman forced a smile, "It''s been a long time. Pleasee in."


    Stanley nodded and took Violet into the vi.


    When Violet left, she looked back at Freeman.


    She thought that Freeman would ask about her rtionship with Stanley.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Unexpectedly, she thought too much.


    After they entered the vi, there had been many guests in the vi, men and women of all ages.


    "Mr. Murphy, have a seat first. I''ll tell Mr. Hunt." Freeman took Violet and Stanley to a quiet position,


    and motioned for them to sit first.


    Violet and Stanley sat down.


    Freeman hurried upstairs and went to the study to inform Eason.


    Soon, Eason came down. Seeing Violet and Stanley sitting together, he was ratherplicated.


    But soon, he calmed down, and walked over with a kind smile, "Stanley, Violet, you are here."


    Violet was getting goosebumps all over her body by Eason''s warm voice, and couldn''t help shivering.


    "Cold?" Stanley turned to look at her.


    Violet shook her head, "No, it''s just disgusting."


    Stanley raised his eyebrows and instantly understood why she felt disgusting. Then he chuckled lightly.


    Eason also knew that Violet was saying that he was disgusting. He felt annoyed, but thinking of what


    Freeman said, he suppressed the annoyance again.


    Phoebe was gone. For the rest of his life, he could only rely on Steven and Violet.


    The most important thing was that Violet was already with Stanley, he couldn''t offend her, but could


    only please her.


    Thinking of this, the expression on Eason''s face became kinder, "Violet, how long have you been with


    Mr. Murphy?"


    Violet looked up at him, "What does this have to do with you?"


    "I''m your father. I care about you." Eason rubbed his hands and smiled.


    "Care about me?" Violet only felt very ironic. Then sheughed so that she was shivering.


    Stanley took her shoulders and made herugh against his shoulder.


    Violetughed for about ten seconds before stopping, "Mr. Hunt, don''t you think you are hypocritical?"


    "Wh... what?" Eason was startled. Obviously, he didn''t expect that she would say that to him.


    Violet took a deep breath and calmed down, "You didn''t care about me much before I was driven out of


    the Hunt family by you. You have never asked me whether I was okay since I returned. Now, Phoebe


    was dead, then you care about me? Do you think I will believe it? Come on, what do you want to do?"


    Stanley also looked at Eason.


    He also wanted to know why Eason invited him.


    Eason hammered his chest with a sad look, "Violet, do you really think of me in this way?"


    "Enough, stop it. I know what kind of person you are. You are a typical egoist. You hate my guts, but


    now you treat me so kindly. Who would believe that you have no purpose?" Violet looked at him


    mockingly.


    Eason''s old face was stiff and he was a little embarrassed.


    Stanley hugged Violet and stood up, "If you don''t say it, we will leave first."


    "Wait!" Eason squeezed the dragon head on the cane, and hurriedly called the two of them.


    Stanley and Violet looked at each other and stopped.


    "What do you want to do?" Violet pursed her red lips.


    Eason seemed to grow older more than ten years all of a sudden. He sighed with a wry smile, "I invited


    Stanley toe over because Phoebe really loved him when she was alive, so I want Stanley toe


    over to see Phoebe for thest time. As for you, I''m here to make peace with you."


    "Make peace?" Violet frowned.


    Stanley also narrowed his eyes.


    Only Eason nodded and said, "Yeah, Phoebe is dead. I only have you and Steven, so..."


    "So you want us toe back?" Violet''s eyes widened, unable to believe her guess.


    However, Eason nodded, "Yes."


    It was really what she thought!


    Violet felt so speechless.


    Last night, her mother called her and said that Eason wanted Steven back and if her mother didn’t let


    Stevene back, he would go to court. Hearing it, Violet was already surprised.


    Unexpectedly, not only did Eason want Steven back, but also her, whom he hated so deeply.


    At this moment, let alone Violet, even Stanley was shocked by Eason''s shamelessness.


    "I want to know why you want me back? I can understand you want Steven toe back. Forgive me


    for not understanding why you want me back? You hate me so much. Do you really want me back but


    have no other purpose?" Violet squinted at Eason.


    There was a glimmer of light in Eason''s eyes, but it was fleeting, "I just figured it out suddenly. We are


    father and daughter after all. There is nosting hatred between fathers and daughters. So Violet,


    Only by coaxing her back could he use her to get some rtionship with Stanley.


    He could see that Stanley really liked Violet. As long as their father-daughter rtionship got better,


    Stanley would not care about for what he had done before, and would help him and the Hunt family for


    the sake of Violet. So the Hunt family could return to its previous glory.


    The more he thought about it, the more Eason became excited.


    Therefore, he did not notice that all his ambitions were exposed.


    Violet gently pushed the man next to her with her elbow, whispering, "Stanley, have you seen it? I''m


    just a springboard. His real target is you."