Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 45

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Chapter 45
Violet used to be very wealthy in another country.
Although she had not been as rich as the Yeagers or the Yanceys, her life had been comfortable. She had lived in a big mansion
and drove a Volvo.
This was the reason why she was like a fish to water when this luxury car became hers to drive, despite the fact that she had
never driven it.
She was the daughter that the Yeagers had abandoned, but she was no Cinderella.
Through her own wit and diligence, she had protected and provided shelter for her mother, successfully making her counterplay
against the Yeagers overseas.
The navigation system in the car was activated and Violet began her drive toward her destination.
It was a cafe with an exceptionally quiet and secluded ambiance, furnished in the style of a foreign country.
Yvette, being as rich as she was, had reserved the entire establishment from the moment Violet had agreed to meet her. This
was going to be a very important conversation. Yvette did not want anyone, especially Theo, to know about it.
She had not even brought her chauffeur along today. Everything had been top secret.
Before Yvette left home, she had meticulously put on make-up and had dressed herself up in a fur vest worth millions. It made
her look nouveau riche, but she thought that it was rather fetching on her.
She arrived ten minutes earlier and ordered two cups of cappuccino. Then, she sat by the window and waited.

Violet parked the car on the lawn outside the cafe. The car navigation system notified her that she had reached her destination.
She was not in a hurry to get out of the car. After unbuckling her safety belt, she picked up her phone and started a match of an
online mobile game. Seconds turned to minutes...
In the cafe, the waiter brought two cups of coffee on a tray to Yvette. “Thank you.” She glanced at her watch to look at the time.
Violet was five minutes late.
Ten minutes...
Fifteen minutes...
The longer she waited, the more she felt something was amiss. Yvette’s chest tightened slightly. Could that girl be standing her
up?
Was she going to be a no-show? Was this a joke?
On second thought, it could not be. Perhaps she was stuck in a traffic jam.
Perhaps something had come up and delayed her.
She might as well wait a while longer. She was already here, after all... .

Yvette consoled herself, waiting in the chair patiently. Then, she adjusted the fur vest she was wearing. This was a very
expensive piece, with the softest and sleekest of fur. There were not many occasions on which she could wear this,
Half an hour passed....
Just as Yvette finally decided that Violet had pulled a fast one on her, she turned to look out the window. A girl had gotten out of
a car and was walking gracefully toward her.
It was Violet. Yvette had seen her at the wedding.

That car had been there for a long time!
Why had she only just gotten out?
Yvette was dumbfounded. She began to doubt herself. Did the car just arrive? Could she have been seeing things just now?
Violet walked into the cafe. She spotted a middle-aged lady sitting beside the window with a single glance, dressed in tasteless
attire, Mink clothing in early summer? Was this woman missing some brain cells?
As Violet strode toward her, she scrutinized Yvette’s face. Such smooth and supple skin; it was indeed the face of a
homewrecker:
Yvette
“Please, sit.” While polite, Yvette was also astonished. How could she not see any injuries or bruises on her face? Was Violet not
beaten up?
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Violet ignored her. She took the seat opposite Yvette without waiting for an invitation and kept her eyes on the woman quietly.
She had the air of a princess.
“Is cappuccino to your taste?” Yvette looked at the cups of coffee in front of her and smiled. “You may order something else if you
don’t like this.”
Violet turned and raised her voice. “Waiter, two cups of latte, please. No sugar.”
“Right away, miss.”
“I don’t want one,” Yvette said hurriedly.
“It’s not for you,” Violet’s cold eyes fell on her face again. “I’m here to listen to your nonsense. My time is about to be wasted, of
course, so I’m sure two cups of coffee isn’t too much?”
Her tone of voice and attitude made Yvette feel as though she had just swallowed a fly. This girl was trouble.
Violet turned to look out the window casually with a smirk on her face, enjoying the view by herself.

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