Chapter 775 Violet And Greg Head For Divorce (Part One)
Looking back at Roger, Francis smiled and said, "I was talking to my Dad. Just ignore him. He is old
and is not open to taking any risky decisions."
"It''s okay," Roger replied hurriedly, "But Mr. Francis, may I ask why you have agreed to help us?"
"I wanted to do her a favor," Francis answered decisively, as he met Roger''s curious gaze.
Looking into Francis'' eyes, Roger suddenly realized that probably he also adored Violet.
The two walked out of GR Group''s building. Staring at Violet, Francis offered tenderly, "Would you like
me to drop you home?"
"No, thanks. I can take a taxi. You just go and aplish your tasks," Violet refused his offer. ''I''ve
already taken so much of his time. He must have lots of work to handle, '' she assumed.
"It doesn''t matter. I have finished my work. I''m as it is going home now. I can drop you on the way,"
Francis persisted. It was his honor to be able to give Violet a ride. He didn''t want to miss this golden
chance of being with her.
"Well," Violet hesitated. After some thought, she agreed, "Thank you."
"Get in," Francis invited. He walked over to his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster and opened the car door
so that she could enter.
Violet entered the vehicle and quickly fastened her safety belt. Francis closed the door for her and took
the driver''s seat.
He started driving slowly.
"Thank you for helping Mr. Roger, Francis. Thank you so much," Violet said gratefully, looking at
Francis. ''The investment Francis has made means a lot to GR Group, '' she thought.
"I thought we are friends, aren''t we?" Francis responded, "You don''t have to be so formal with me."
Violet nodded at him in response.
Francis parked his car outside her apartment building. Turning himself towards Violet, he said, "Here
we are."
"Thank you for dropping me home," Violet said with a warm smile, quickly unbuckling her seat belt.
"Violet," Francis uttered with a hesitant expression, as he scratched his head. "Can I ask if you would
like to join me for a meal next time?"
Without thinking much, Violet replied with a smile, "Of course. Whenever you are free, you can call
me."
"That''s a deal," Francis said. There was a hint of thrill in his voice. ''I already have Violet''s phone
number. Now that she has given me permission, I can contact her at any time, '''' he thought dly.
In the meantime, Greg stood at the window looking down towards the vehicle. In fact, he had spotted
the car even before it stopped in front of the building. He saw Francis in the driver''s seat, and the
woman beside him was Violet, his wife.
Violet pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. Once she had entered the house, she took off her
shoes and put onfortable slippers. As she was about to move to the living room, she caught sight
of a figure at the window. She paused immediately, wondering why Greg was home at this hour.
"Greg," Violet called out in surprise. Noticing that her husband was still staring at the window, she felt
something bad was about to happen. ''Greg must havee to know that Francis has dropped me
home, '' she spected.
"Where have you been?" Greg asked furiously, with his back facing Violet. His cold voice echoed in the
spacious apartment.
"I had nned to go to the market and buy some food. But the..." Violet replied. Before she could even
finish her words, Greg interrupted her.
"Have you brought food?" Greg asked sternly, as he turned around to look at her. He shot Violet a
nce, and then looked around. ''She only has her handbag. I can''t see any shopping bags with her.
This means that she hasn''t been to the supermarket, '' he surmised.
"Just listen to me. When I reached the entrance of the market, I saw..." Violet tried to exin.
"So you met Francis in the market? You both had lunch together, and then you went to the hotel I
believe. Am I right or not?" Greg cut in, ring at Violet with his piercing eyes.
"Greg, you..." Violet stammered, her face was full of mingled shock and confusion. ''I did have lunch
with Francis today. but we didn''t go to a hotel, '' she thought inside.
"What else could you have said after this? I got you, didn''t I?" Greg sneered at her. He came near and
paused in front of Violet. Grasping her arms tightly, he resentfully asked, "How could you treat me like
this, Violet? Don''t you know that you''re a married woman now? You have a husband. How could you go
and hook up with another man and think I would never get to know?"
"What are you talking about, Greg? I am unable to understand you," Violet cried emotionally. She tried
to shake off Greg''s hand but failed to do so.
"Don''t try to act dumb. Tell me, what did you and Francis do at the hotel? I am wondering why you
didn''t allow me toe close to you since thest few days. It looks like you have found yourself a
secret admirer," he said sarcastically. Greg was so angry that he didn''t know what he was talking
about.
"Greg Xiao," Violet shouted angrily as she used all her might to get rid of Greg''s hands. She raised her
hand and gave Greg a hard p across his face. ''He is my husband. How could he think that I am a
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loose woman?'' she thought, feeling quite heartbroken.
The silence in the room was unnerving.
Violet continued to stare at Greg, trembling with fury. Her hands shaking violently.
"I have never cheated on you, Greg. I know that I am your wife, I have always remembered that" Violet
began. She tried to exin to him all that had happened butter gave up that idea. She felt
disappointed with Greg and thought he shouldn''t have suspected her like that.
"I don''t believe you," Greg said adamantly. ''I saw Francis drop her to our apartment. That means that
they must have been together. Francis is so handsome and young, while Violet is a beauty too. I can''t
believe that with Violet around he did not cross his limits, '' he brooded.
"Greg, you are impossible..." Violet muttered with her erged eyes. ''He doesn''t believe me and is
doubting my words," Violet thought.