Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 220 Preventing Her from Going to the Court

Early in the morning, Violet was eating breakfast when suddenly a phone call came.

She put down her chopsticks and took out her mobile phone. Seeing that it was President of the Branch who called, she quickly answered. "Violet, are the documents ready? When will you come to the court in the afternoon?" President of the Branch asked on the phone.

Violet glanced at the file bag on the coffee table and replied with a smile, "It's ready. I'll drive over at 1 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Well, give me a call when you arrive. I'll send someone to pick you up. Let's meet first. Several designers who have been copied by Phoebe have also come here. They want to replace you to get some information." President of the Branch said.

Violet said, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, Violet put down the phone.

Stanley, who was on the opposite side, picked up buns to Arya and Calvin, and then asked, "Whose call?"

"President of the Branch." After Violet briefly said the content of the phone, she picked up her chopsticks again to get the food.

Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks stretched out, and then she saw that there was a bun on her plate.

"Thank you." Violet was taken aback, then smiled at Stanley and thanked him.

Since the day before yesterday, the two children had called him over for breakfast on time every day. She couldn't stop them.

Because it was him who drove the two children to school for these three days.

"Never mind." Stanley didn't know what Violet was thinking. He took the chopsticks back indifferently.

Violet nodded, took a bite the bun, and ate slowly.

Seeing this, Stanley's face eased a lot, and then he also picked up one bun for himself.

After breakfast, Violet helped two children get the small schoolbags. Then she pushed the two children to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, bother you again today."

"No worries, then we're leaving." Stanley took the two children out the house.

Violet went out with them to see them off.

When they came in front of the elevator, Stanley suddenly thought of something, and stopped to look at her slightly, "Today is the day when Phoebe's plagiarism case is in session. Eason will definitely go in and listen. You have to be careful with him. I am worried that after the trial result comes out, he will vent his anger on you like Talia before."

Listening to his serious reminder, Violet felt warmed. She lightly tucked her hair back and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Murphy. I will be careful."

Seeing that she listened to his words, Stanley gave a hmm. Then he didn't say anything. He withdrew his gaze and pulled the two children into the elevator one by one.

After they left, Violet turned back to the apartment and was busy with her own affairs.

Until 12 o'clock at noon, she put down the cutting tools in her hand, went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for herself casually, then changed her clothes and went out to the court.

"Huh?" But when Violet had just walked out of the apartment building some distance with her bag, she suddenly felt that someone was looking at herself. Their eyes were full of malice.

Violet subconsciously stopped and looked at the direction which these gazes came from. Then she saw a few men sitting on the edge of the flowerbed not far in front of her, who were very sloppy in clothes and hairstyles.

The men seemed to notice that Violet had spotted them. After looking at each other, they dropped their cigarette butts and stood up, and then walked towards Violet.

Violet realized the danger. She stepped back two steps, then turned around and ran.

Those men didn't expect her to run suddenly. They were all stunned. After reacting, they chased after her, "Go! Don't let her run away!"

Violet heard them running behind her, knowing that they were chasing herself. She didn't dare to look back, so she could only speed up and run forward.

As she ran in horror, she shouted for help, "Help! Someone is chasing me. Help!"

Some pedestrians passing by heard Violet's call for help, then they curiously stopped and looked over.

But when they saw the ferocious men behind her, their compassion disappeared. They lowered their head and left quickly, pretending that they hadn't heard or seen anything, so as not to cause trouble. Violet saw that the pedestrians turned a blind eye one by one, and were unwilling to help her.

Although she understood them, she still felt sad.

Having no way, Violet could only continue to shout for help, and tremblingly put her hands into her bag, trying to get her mobile phone to call the police.

It was just when she just took out the phone to unlock it, and before she could press the police call, she was forced to stop.

Because there was no way in front of her. It was a partition wall. The wall was very high and long. She couldn't go around it or turn over it, so she could only stop.

She was desperate!

"Why didn't you run?" The men chased up, looked at the wall in front of Violet, and then at Violet's tight and trembling back. They all laughed, "Keep running! Can't you run quite well?"

Listening to the sarcasm of laughter behind her, Violet slowly turned around with a pale face, hid the phone behind her back, clicked into the call log based on her memory, and then randomly clicked a number on the screen to dial out.

She didn't know who she called, so she could only silently pray that the other party would answer and call the police for her.

She couldn't call the police on her own. She couldn't see the buttons, and she would probably press the wrong number, thus wasting time and missing the opportunity to call the police, so she had to do this.

In the conference room of the Murphy Group, Stanley was having a meeting. Fraser came in from outside with his mobile phone, walked to him, leaned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is calling."

"What's the matter?" Stanley stopped the meeting, then turned to ask.

Fraser shook his head, "I don't know. I didn't answer it."

"Give it to me." Stanley stretched out his hand.

Fraser handed him the phone.

After getting the phone, he said to the people in the conference room that the meeting was suspended and then walked out of the conference room.

Outside the conference room, Stanley put the phone to his ear, "Hey, what's up?"

Violet's voice came through the phone, but it was not answering him, but asking someone, "Who sent you here? What do you want to do?"

Hearing the trembling and fear in her voice, Stanley realized that something happened to her. The hand holding the phone suddenly tightened. His face was full of gloom.

He knew that she was calling for help. He resisted the monstrous anger and worry and did not speak, but listened quietly.

As long as he heard her current location, he could rush to rescue her accurately.

Violet didn't know if anyone answered her phone. She looked at the men in front of her warily.

Those men couldn't see the movement behind her. They smiled in front of her, "What do we want to do? Of course we are here to prevent you from going to court."

"Prevent me from going to court?" Violet's eyes widened, "Eason sent you guys here?"

Hearing the name of Eason, they were a little shocked. Then they quickly reacted, "Oh, you guessed it. Now that you guessed it, we won't hide it from you. We are indeed sent by him. He doesn't want you to appear in court. Come with us."

With that, a few men stepped forward and were going to catch Violet.

Violet was panicked. She subconsciously raised her hand to resist.

When she raised her hand, the men saw her mobile phone.

"Damn it! This woman is calling for help. Hurry up. Grab her phone!" one of the men roared anxiously.

Stanley on the other end of the phone knew that they had already found that Violet was calling. His heart sank. He asked in a deep voice, "Violet, tell me, where are you now?"

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