My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Violet's face turned grim as she stared at him in silence. Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Patrick let out a sarcastic laugh. “It's up to you!” With that, he stood up and headed towards the exit.

Violet knew that Patrick must be upset now. After all, he had painstakingly investigated the truth and wanted to stand up for her, but she had refused.

She felt like she did not appreciate his efforts, and Patrick was probably angry about it. However, she genuinely did not want him to take this matter into his own hands. In his eyes, harming someone and breaking a hand seemed as casual as having a meal or drinking water. This terrified Violet,

However, Violet had no idea that Yvonne, the kind of person she was dealing with, would not be affected by her so-called punishment. In fact, it would only make Yvonne hate her more and drive her to do even crazier things. But Violet could not see all of this at the moment. She had never encountered someone like Yvonne before and did not understand this type of person at all. Gabriel looked at Violet sitting silently and spoke with an unusually serious expression, “Violet, I’m sorry! This is my fault, and it's because our family did not raise Yvonne properly!”

Violet glanced at him with a calm expression. “This has nothing to do with you!” With that, she stood up and walked out.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

When she reached the door of the private suite, she heard Gabriel raise his voice. “No matter what, thank you for believing in me in front of Patrick!”

Violet's voice was cold. “I’m just stating the facts!”

Violet had just finished speaking when Nelson returned. He glanced at her with a calm expression and said, “Miss Webb, I’m here to take Yvonne to the police station.”

Violet nodded and left.

Although Violet knew that her attitude in this matter had upset Patrick, she still had to muster the courage to ask him for help regarding Henry’s threat. After all, she was eager to get the letter her mother had left for her.

Back at the company, Violet tried calling Patrick but could not get

through. She felt a sense of unease, suspecting that Patrick was quite upset

this time.

In the afternoon, after finishing work, Violet returned to Hersey Court. The se rvants had already prepared dinner, but the villa was empty, and Patrick had not come back.

After dinner, Violet did something unusual. She did not go back to her room. Instead, she sat in the downstairs living room, waiting for Patrick. She petted the cat as she waited.

Viola, the usually obedient cat, cuddled up next to Violet. It was quite different from how it behaved in front of Patrick.

Violet waited until after eight o’clock, and Patrick still had not returned. She decided to go upstairs to take a shower, and then she returned downstairs to continue waiting.

At the same time, in the Premium Suite at Timeless Bar.

Robert walked in and noticed several empty bottles in front of Patrick. He raised an eyebrow, teasing. “What's going on? Suddenly drinking so heavily?”

Patrick glanced at him but did not respond.

Robert sat down beside Patrick, his eyes flickering as he asked, “This sudden change in behavior, let me guess, did you have an argument with Violet?”

Patrick’s expression changed slightly. “What does drinking have to do with her?”

Robert nonchalantly opened a bottle of alcohol and poured a glass. “Other than her, | can’t think of anyone else who could provoke you.”

Patrick had not expected Robert to have the right answer with his first guess. His face turned grim. “You're overthinking it! | just wanted to have at drink.”

Robert leaned in closer. “Really? | remember that since you quit smoking, you rarely drink like this. Don’t pretend, Patrick. Violet can fight, she can design, and she even plays great billiards. It’s not embarrassing to fall for a perfect girl like her.”

Patrick’s face turned even darker, and he moved away from Robert. “Robert. Shut up. Who told you | like her?”

Robert blinked. “No way, it’s not because of her? Then what’s wrong? Is it a problem at work?”-

Patrick’s face became even more grim. “I called you here to drink, not to listen to your nonsense.”

Robert touched his nose innocently. “Okay, fine, let’s drink.”

After drinking a glass of wine, Patrick thought about how he had. investigated Gabriel’s account and how Violet had chosen to believe in Gabriel despite his painstaking efforts to uncover what Yvonne had done.

And the result? Violet had surprisingly chosen to let Yvonne off the h ook. In Patrick’s view, Violet's mild punishment was equivalent to letting. Yvonne go scot-free.

He had labored so hard in his investigation, only to end up with this result. Patrick had never felt so frustrated before. If he were to rush to help Violet again in the future, he would truly be out of his mind! As Patrick drank his wine, he made a me ntal note to himself.

to return

Violet had been waiting until past ten o’clock at night for Patrick home. She quickly released Viola from her arms and walked towards him.

As she approached, Violet immediately caught a smell of alcohol from Patrick. She raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Mr. Hersey, have you been drinking?”

The moment Patrick saw Violet, his tone became confrontational. “Is it any of your business?”

Violet pursed her lips slightly and then said, “No.”

Patrick was speechless, seething with anger inside. He gave a cold glance at Violet and walked past her, heading upstairs. Thinking about how Henry had threatened her, Violet reluctantly spoke up, “Mr. Hersey, can you do me a favor?”

Patrick’s temper flared up instantly when he heard the word “favor”. Fueled by the alcohol, he was not even aware of what he was saying, “Why should | help you? Violet, who do you think you are? What's our relationship? Just because you ask, | should help you?

“Maybe you have not realized our relationship properly. Even if we’re married, have | slept with you? A club hostess at least offers something in return when she seeks money. What do you think you’re doing, expecting me to help you without any compensation? You're really overestimating yourself!”