Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 213

Stanley's eyes flashed slightly, "Nothing."

He was already prepared at the time and wanted to take the opportunity to tell her that he could be the father of two children.

But after being interrupted by Eason, he couldn't say it out anymore.

Hearing what Stanley said, Violet didn't doubt that. It might be an unimportant matter.

After rubbing her temples, she picked up the phone again and called Jessie.

"Violet." Jessie's voice came over.

Violet narrowed her eyes and said with a serious face, "Jessie, contact the major media in J City. I will hold a press conference at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

Things on the Internet had reached this point. She could no longer remain silent and let them scold.

Originally, she was still thinking about showing mercy to Eason at the press conference. After all, he was her biological father, but now she felt that it was unnecessary. Seven years ago, he slandered her for Phoebe. Why did she show mercy to such a father?

"Okay, I'll get in touch right away." Jessie understood Violet, knowing that Violet was about to fight back, so she happily responded.

After finished speaking, Violet slowly put away the phone and looked at the man opposite, "Mr. Murphy, bother you tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry." Stanley stood up, "It's getting late. I have to leave now."

"Okay." Violet walked him to the door.

But when the door was about to close, Stanley stood outside and stopped her suddenly, "You can actually consider what I said that you could find a father for two children."

Violet felt sad. She lowered her eyes to cover the bitterness in her eyes.

She knew that he proposed this way for the good of the two children, but she was very uncomfortable.

After all, there was no woman who liked to listen to the man she loved to urge herself to find other men. This clearly reminded her to fall in love with other people earlier and stopped bothering him.

Thinking of this, Violet pulled a long face. Her attitude was not good and her tone was even colder. She replied, "Okay, I'll consider it."

When she finished speaking, she closed the door directly.

Stanley outside the door knew that she was angry, but he didn't know what she was angry about. He was about to knock on the door and asked her to open the door. Fraser suddenly came out of the elevator. Seeing Stanley, his eyes brightened, and he walked quickly over, "Mr. Murphy."

"What’s up?" Stanley glanced at Fraser expressionlessly.

Fraser passed the black invitation letter in his hand, "It's from Designer Jesse and Designer Dillan."

Stanley took the invitation and looked at it, "Exhibition?"

"Yes, Jesse and Dillan have jointly created a theme for jewelry and clothes. They are currently undergoing international exhibitions. They have already exhibited in several countries. The next stop is our country and the city of the exhibition is J City."

Jesse was one of the top designers in the jewelry design circle, and Dillan was also one of the top designers in the fashion design circle.

How shocking the jewelry and clothes designed by these two people together were.

Violet, who had been watching outside, heard the news brought by Fraser and hurriedly covered her mouth with excitement.

OMG, Dillan was coming to J City to exhibit!

Violet's eyes widened and she jumped a few times in excitement.

The sound she made when she was jumping was recorded by the camera.

The two men outside heard the sound and stopped talking.

Fraser looked around in confusion, "What was the sound just now?"

Stanley looked up at the flashing red light in the camera above the door. Then he smiled, "Nothing. Except me, who else did they two invite?"

He closed the invitation letter and asked.

Fraser shook his head, "I don't know for the time being. Should I go to ask?"

Stanley nodded slightly and agreed.

If he found out that Violet was not invited, he could find a way to get her an invitation letter.

Because he remembered that when he asked Fraser to check her information, the words Dillan were written on her idol column.

"Let's go." Stanley threw the invitation letter to Fraser again, turned around, opened the door of the apartment opposite and went in.

Fraser followed Stanley closely and went in together.

After the opposite door was closed, Violet turned the camera off and went back to the living room.

The next morning, she left the two children in the apartment and told them not to run around, and then walked out with a little disguised. Then she prepared to go to the studio to hold today's press conference.

But as soon as she walked out of the apartment building, she felt several eyes falling on her.

Violet frowned and looked around. Finally, she saw a few sneaky figures squatting behind the bush not far away.

The few figures saw her standing still and looking at them again. They seemed to know that she had found them, so they no longer hid. They simply stood up and walked towards her holding the microphones and cameras.

"Hello Miss Hunt, we are entertainment reporters. Can we interview you?" A female reporter handed the microphone to Violet's mouth. But before Violet agreed, she asked directly, "Did you really get involved into the matter between Mr. Murphy and Phoebe like what Mr. Hunt said?"

After the female reporter finished asking questions, other reporters also asked questions one after another.

"Miss Hunt, you were jealous that Phoebe had a marriage contract with Mr. Murphy, so you thought about exposing Phoebe in the competition and ruined Phoebe?"

"Miss Hunt, do you think that you can get Mr. Murphy if you do this?"

Listening to these sharp questions, Violet’s face was gloomy.

While pressing down the brim of her hat to block her face, she asked in a cold voice, "Who told you that I live here?"

"It doesn't matter who told us. The important thing is, Miss Hunt, can you answer these questions?" The female reporter pushed Violet even more and passed the microphone forward. If possible, she wanted to put the microphone directly into Violet's mouth.

Violet took a step back, her face gloomy to the extreme, "I'm sorry. I won't answer these questions for the time being."

"Don't answer? You feel guilty?" said the female reporter.

Violet was so angry that she laughed out.

Not answering meant that she was guilty. Where did the logic come from?

"Please get out of here!" Violet clenched her fists and yelled.

The reporters pretended not to hear, and blocked her in front of her and refused to let her go. They insisted on letting her answer and kept squeezing forward.

Violet was pushed again and again, and soon she was pushed to the corner.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, knowing that these reporters would not give up unless they got something from her. After pursing her red lips, she was about to call the security guard with her mobile phone.

The female reporter suddenly took a step forward, "Miss Hunt..."

Violet was taken aback by her, staggering and falling backward.

Just when Violet was about to fall to the ground, a figure suddenly appeared behind her.

The man stretched out a big slender hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his arms to avoid her falling.

"Are you okay?" Stanley lowered his head, looking tightly at the woman who was scared in his arms and whose face was still a little pale.

The woman nodded, "I’m okay. Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

"Well." Stanley let go of her.

Violet quickly moved a step to the side and distanced herself from him.

Although Stanley was a little dissatisfied with her deliberate alienation, he didn't say anything. After rubbing his fingers which held her soft arm just now, he glanced at the group of reporters in front of him coldly.