Chapter 3 Revenge Preparation

With that, Violet hung up, walked over to the bed, and began to remove Julian's makeup.

Regardless of her revenge, she had to clean his face first.

As soon as the cotton pad touched Julian's face, his eyes rolled, and his eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't lift his eyelids.

The aura around him turned gradually gloomy, "This damned woman is trying to tease me again."

"When I recover one day, she must be the first one I kill!"

Violet felt a chill and softened her voice, "Mr. Scott, don't blame me. I made a mess of my face too... I take off your makeup first, and I'll change your clothes when I get back."

Without his hearing aid, Julian could only hear a faint sound, "Shit, she is mocking me again?"

Violet took five minutes to get off the makeup on Julian's face, and his gorgeous face was revealed.

"He does have some delicate beauty."

Violet stood, admiring him for a while, then pushed the suitcase beside her into a cupboard, removed the big earrings, and went to a kennel next door.

Walking over to a golden retriever and squatting down, she rubbed his head.

"Dollar, long time no see. I have a task for you. Take the butler to me when you get out with me."

Dollar wagged his tail.

Violet rubbed his head again, took it downstairs, and then separated with it.

Violet waited for a moment near the back door until she saw the one man and the dog approaching not far away and then walked towards the door.

"Hannah, Liam, where are you?"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Liam looked at her with a gentle smile, "Violet, we're outside."

Afraid they would see the housekeeper, Violet hurried out and closed the door behind her with a backhand.

Hannah glanced at her empty hands, wondering, "Where is your suitcase, Violet? Well, it's okay. You can buy supplies after your arrival."

"I'm not going to leave."

Violet had an impulse to beat them up now, but considering that Liam was a man skillful at martial arts and it was not the right time to do that, she had to suppress that feeling.

Liam had a flash of impatience in his eyes, "Violet, stop it. You're my girlfriend. Every sight that you are around him makes me suffer."

"Why? I can't stop blaming myself as long as you are here," echoed Hannah.

Looking at their hypocritical faces, Violet understood how blind she was in her last life.

She turned to Liam, "I've thought it through. Since I've been married to your uncle, I'll be your aunt for the rest of my life."

Hannah looked at her with disapproval, "Don't be silly on the spur of the moment. Julian, he... can't even talk. How are you going to spend your life with him?"

"Hannah, watch your language. He's my husband, and I'm the only one who is entitled to judge our marriage."

"Even if he's disabled for life, I'll take care of him evermore," said her resolute voice.

With that, she suddenly turned around, took the opportunity to shake the goosebumps off her body, and shouted, "Who's there?"

Two dog barks came from behind the door. Then the butler opened it, "So it's Master Liam and Mrs. Scott. It's so late. Why you're..."

"Uncle Morris asked my sister to transfer 10,000 yuan to me. She just had a party with Liam nearby, so she had him bring her over and see me. You came over before they gave it to me," explained Violet.

Hannah nodded in agreement, "Ah, yes!"

The butler glanced at Violet and then at Hannah and pushed up his gold-framed glasses, "So..."

"Transfer it to me now. It's late. You should go home quickly," Violet urged.

Hannah smiled reluctantly, "Yeah."

(To be continued)