Love after Divorce

Chapter 37

The woman's tone was flat and revealed a sense of openness.

Louis looked fixedly at the ugly face in front of him, and his heart could not say whether he was more

angry or more furious.

"Violet, are you in such a hurry to get a divorce? Do you want to be with your outside lover soon?

Knowing that my grandmother likes you, do you think there's nothing I can do about you? Hmm?"

The man's tone was chilly, and the approaching dangerous aura made Violet feel the dizziness in her

head hit her again.

Her body went limp and she slid downward somewhat unsteadily on her feet.

"You ......"

Louis rushed to hold her up, only to find that her clothes were torn in many places.

At that moment, his brow was furrowed.

But the tone was still full of sarcasm.

"Violet, last night with your lover, even your clothes are torn."

Violet: "......"

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"Mr. Johnson, you misunderstood. Yesterday I was met with robbers."

Violet leaned into Louis' arms and finally had the strength to defend herself.

With a shock, Louis helped her to sit down on the sofa.

The sanity that was lost because of the anger was brought back online.

"What's going on?"

"Here's the thing ......"

Violet touched a piece of the bag on the back of her head, slowed down, and recounted the events of

yesterday.

Louis listened carefully, and the look on his face gradually returned to its usual cold, arrogant

detachment.

So she didn't mean not to come back?

Did she meet the kidnappers?

Who was going after her?

As his eyes fell on her face and looked at her makeup, Louis' newly dissipated anger rose a few more

notches.

"Violet, you haven't made it clear why you're dressed up like this?"

He can't believe she tricked everyone!

When she heard this, Violet's eyes flashed and she pushed her glasses.

"Because I want to start a new life after I divorce you. By then, no one will know that I was once Mrs.

Johnson, and in that way, I will live more comfortably."

As soon as the divorce was finalized, the former Mrs. Ugly of the Johnson Family became a transient

person.

She, on the other hand, will be able to start a new life with her daughter in her original appearance.

Hearing Violet's explanation, Louis snorted coldly, "Just because of this reason? Violet, you are so

scheming. I doubt your words."

Violet pushed her glasses again, hiding the weakness under her eyes and pretending to be innocent.

"Mr. Johnson, if you don't believe me. There's nothing I can do."

Louis glanced at her, and his eyes were full of insightful inquiry.

Violet hastily changed the subject.

"I need to call Sasha. I don't know how she is now."

With that, she took her phone out of her bag and charged it, and when it was on, she found out Sasha's

number and dialed it.

The phone was answered after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Miss Black, it's Helena. Are you okay?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent and said, "It's okay, and then I escaped. And you?

From the sound of your voice, you should also be fine, right?"

It was good that she was okay.

Although she didn't have a good feeling about Sasha, she didn't want to stand by and watch something

happen to her.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Violet thought for a moment and asked, "Miss Black, who do you think those men in black were coming

for? Could it be that someone wants to punish you?"

Sasha was an entertainer. Could it be that other artists were jealous of her and thus bought to ruin her?

"You mean I dragged you into this? Helena, since everyone is fine and I don't want to pursue this any

further. Let's just leave it at that."

After saying that, Sasha hung up the phone directly.

Violet stared blankly at the screen, pondering.

There was an indescribable feeling in the heart.

It was like Sasha knew who did it, but she didn't want to pursue it.