My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Russell suddenly burst into sarcastic laughter. “I was just messing with you, Veronica. | didn’t expect that it was actually true. You've got some skills.”

This was what Patrick taught him. It was called entrapment.

Veronica’s face changed. “Even if you know, what difference does it make? After all, the whole internet knows about my attempt to commit suicide by slashing my wrist, and you don’t have any evidence. Don’t even think about dealing with me by using audio and video recordings like Violet. Remember, they searched you when you came in, and that’s exactly what | was guarding against.”

She said so, but her lack of confidence was obvious.

Russell stared at her coldly, saying nothing, and sneered inwardly. But no matter how cautious she was, she couldn’t outsmart Patrick.

Suddenly, Veronica grabbed a fruit knife and made a cut on her wrist. Blood immediately began to flow. She used her other hand to press a call-for—help button.

Russell was completely taken aback by her actions. He looked at Veronica with a mixture of emotions. “You...” Veronica sneered. “This time, | really slashed my wrist. Do you think you still have any leverage to threaten me?”

“| truly underestimated you.” Russell no longer knew how to express his shock at this moment.

Veronica coldly snorted. “What’s the alternative? Let you find out and try to blackmail me? I’m not that foolish.”

As soon as Veronica finished speaking, a doctor rushed in. Russell was quickly pushed aside.

In the afternoon, the internet was once again in an uproar by a piece of breaking

news.

Violet refused to drop the case, and Veronica lost control, needing a second surgery since the cut wound opened again. Accompanying the news was a picture of Veronica bleeding from her wrist while being wheeled into the operating room. Netizens online were outraged.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

And it soon became a trending topic with the hashtag, “Violet, go to hell!”

People all left their comments, such as that Violet didn’t deserve to be Veronica’s

sister, or that she was heartless and inhumane.

They all asked Violet to drop the case online, with some even questioning whether it was really that important for Violet to win the case.

Violet noticed the news when Patrick called her and instructed her to go upstairs to his office, Without delay, she ascended the stairs and proceeded to Patrick's office,

Upon entering, she found Patrick fixated on his computer screen, a mocking smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. She had no idea what Patrick was watching,

Violet's eyes flashed as she inquired, “Mr. Hersey, what’s the matter?”

Upon hearing her words, Patrick paused momentarily. His mouth curved into a playful smile as he responded, “Well, please have a seat”

Violet pursed her I*ps and replied, “No need. It’s okay for me to stand here to listen.”

Patrick glanced at her with a faint smile and asked, “What are your thoughts on the news online?” Violet blinked her eyes, and she replied candidly, “I have no opinion.”

Patrick snorted, saying, “Impressive that you’re so composed.”

Violet looked up and retorted, “Why shouldn’t | be calm when you already have a plan in mind?” Patrick’s eyes sparkled with surprise as he inquired, “Oh, so tell me, what’s my plan?”

Violet spoke directly, “Russell has been spending time with Veronica for two years. He must have evidence of her deceit. Since you spoke to him at noon, you must already be certain to convince him and let him work for you.”

Patrick smiled. He looked at Violet as he commented, “You’re much smarter than | thought.”

Violet responded with a sneer, “Far from your level, Mr. Hersey,”

Patrick listened to her cutting words, feeling as though Violet was akin to a cat, scratching at his heart with her claws. Suddenly, he stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Violet.

Violet's b*dy tensed slightly.

Patrick stood in front of her and peered down at her.

Violet felt the air around her grow thinner and instinctively took a step back. Patrick’s eyes deepened as he reached out and gently grasped her chin. Violet was taken aback, and she attempted to raise her hand to push him away. However, just as she raised her hand, Patrick caught her wrist. “Planning to strike me, perhaps?”

A flash of panic crossed Violet’s face. She furrowed her brow as she stared at Patrick, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

Patrick’s I*ps curved into a sly smile as he wrapped his slender arm around Violet's waist, pulling her into his arms. His S**y I*ps suddenly moved closer to her,

Violet could even feel Patrick’s hot breath on her face.

Panicking, she looked aside. Her fists involuntarily clenched, and her breathing quickened.

“Is he going to k*ss me?” she thought.