Chapter 136 Violet Belcourt
The room fell silent.
Everyone looked at the scene, unsure whether to thank Cherise or Sunny.
“Useless bunch of trash!”
Lucy glared at them as she supported Cherise out of the room.
The manager led the way. Cherise and Lucy followed unstably until they arrived at an office on the top floor.
It looked more like a lounge than an office.
The room had a soft white carpet and was decorated femininely.
“Mr. Lenoir.”
Violet smiled at Cherise from the door. “Do you remember me?”
Cherise frowned and considered. It took her some time to realize who she was. Didn’t this woman chase after Damien, wanting to apologize? I think her name is Violet Belcourt.
She nodded politely. “Yes, I remember.”
“What a coincidence.”
Violet was shocked to see a wound on Cherise’s neck. She brought cotton buds and a bottle of antiseptic. Then, she sighed as she cleaned Cherise’s injury. “I didn’t expect to see you in my restaurant.”
Cherise was stunned. This is your restaurant?”
“Yes.”
Violet smiled. “The Vio’ in Viopril Palace came from my name, Violet.”
“You’re the owner of Viopril Palace?”
Lucy looked at Violet in astonishment. “I didn’t expect the owner to be so young!”
“Hmm.”
Violet gently placed a band-aid on the injury. “But it’s nothing to be surprised about. My father provided me with everything. I’m nothing compared to a self-made man like Mr.
Lenoir.”
Cherise frowned. She was a little slow to realize that the ‘Mr. Lenoir’ Violet mentioned was her husband, Damien.
Did she say Damien is a self-made man?
Isn’t my
husband unemployed and disregarded by his relatives?
Lucy, too, was confused about this.
“A self-made man like Mr. Lenoir?”
“Yes.”
Violet casually tidied Cherise’s shirt collar. “Mrs. Lenoir, I was talking about your husband.”
Then, she seemed to remember something and pursed her lips. “Perhaps you’re unaware of Mr. Lenoir’s true identity.”
Cherise was confused. “What true identity?”
Violet looked shocked. “Mrs. Lenoir, do you know what happened to his eyes?”
Cherise frowned. “He lost his sight when he was thirteen and could not see since then.
Violet was stunned briefly before smiling.
She gracefully poured a cup of tea for Cherise. “Who knew you know so little about Mr. Lenoir.”
Lucy glared at her. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
Violet’s smile was gentle and elegant. It also contained a hint of smugness and contempt. “I just find it amusing. The woman who understands Mr. Lenoir the most is me.”
Then, she stood up and stretched. She walked gradually to the floor-to-ceiling window. and looked at the traffic below. “That’s all I have to say, Mrs. Lenoir. If there’s nothing else, you may leave.”
Lucy rolled her eyes and pulled Cherise up from her seat. “What a weirdo. Let’s go!”
When they exited the room, Violet added coldly, “Mrs. Lenoir, I suggest you don’t tell Mr. Lenoir about what happened tonight.”
“You know his temper. If he finds out, your classmates will be ruined.”
Cherise grunted, but Lucy dragged her away before she could say anything.
