Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 229 Annoying

"Yes." Eason nodded.

Violet was amused, "Mr. Hunt, are you kidding me? Let Steven be your heir? What about your favorite Phoebe?"

Eason clenched the dragon head on the cane, "I never thought about letting Phoebe be my heir. After all, Phoebe will marry others. I can't give her the Hunt family as her dowry, letting others take advantage of it."

What he wanted had always been to carry forward the Hunt Group.

Seeing the ambition in Eason's eyes, Violet sneered, "So you mean, you want your son to inherit the Hunt family, right?"

"Yeah!" Eason replied, rubbing his cane.

Violet curled her lips in disdain, "Mr. Hunt, why does it have to be Steven? Just let Talia have another son for you."

Eason was embarrassed. He cleared his throat with some guilty conscience, "She is not young anymore and can't give birth."

"That's not necessarily true." Violet shook her finger.

But Talia had a child with another man. That kid was even more than two years older than Calvin. So how was it possible that she couldn't give birth?

The person who really couldn't give birth was himself.

Thinking about it, Violet looked at Eason meaningfully.

Eason understood the look in her eyes. She felt that she was laughing at him. Suddenly, he became furious, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Violet shrugged, "Nothing."

Eason handed over his mobile phone, urging impatiently, "Well, give me Steven's phone number. I will tell him myself!"

Violet looked at his mobile phone but she did not take it, "Mr. Hunt, what gives you confidence that makes you think I will give you Steven's phone number?"

"You won't give it to me?" Eason glared at her.

Violet tucked her hair to her ears, "No, I will not give it to you. I will not let Steven inherit the Hunt family. The Hunt Group is not even a listed company and is wandering on the verge of bankruptcy. Why do I let Steven inherit such a company?"

"You..." Eason was so angry that his hands were shaking.

Violet pressed the car key, "Also, I clearly remember that seven years ago, when Steven had a heart attack, you looked disgusted and said that he was not your son. Now you are in trouble and want to recognize Steven to be your son. Mr. Hunt, do you think it's possible?"

After saying this, she ignored Eason who was so angry, opened the car door to sit in, and drove away.

Half an hour later, Violet came to the downstairs of the Murphy Group. After parking the car, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Stanley's number.

Stanley answered the phone quickly. A deep and sexy voice came into her ears, "What's up?"

"Mr. Murphy, I've finished the clothes of the game characters. Are you free now? I can show you them now." Violet rolled down the car window, looked up at the top floor of the building and said to a certain window.

Stanley stood up from his office chair, "Are you downstairs?"

"Yeah." Violet said.

Stanley walked toward the balcony, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony and looking down. He saw the red Mercedes parked on the side of the road. Then his face eased a lot, "Wait a moment. I will let Fraser come down to pick you up."

"Okay." Violet nodded.

Stanley put down the phone, turned back to the office, called Fraser in, and asked him to go downstairs to pick up Violet.

Soon, Fraser came with Violet.

Violet pulled away the chair opposite Stanley's desk and sat down. She opened the file bag, took out the stack of design drafts inside, and handed them to Stanley with both hands, "Mr. Murphy, have a look!" When Stanley took over the design drafts, he said to Fraser, "Go to make some tea."

"Okay!" Fraser replied and turned around to make tea.

After Fraser left, Stanley read the design drawings one by one.

After reading it, he frowned slightly.

Violet was a little stunned. The confident smile on her face slowly faded, "Mr. Murphy, is there anything wrong?"

"There is no problem with the design, but the material you marked above seems to be too costly. It is not necessary for the game." Stanley said with a long index finger pointing to one of the design drawings. Violet smiled embarrassedly, "It turned out to be like this. Sorry, I don't know much about games. When I designed these, I only thought of using the best materials so I didn't consider other things..." This was also a common problem for designers.

Every designer hoped that his work would be made with the best cloth. So Violet got used to it over time.

"It's okay. Just change the material." Stanley crossed his fingers on the table and said in a low voice.

Violet bit her lips worriedly, "But what kind of material should be used? If it's changed to other material, the clothes may not be able to achieve the exquisite effect of the picture. It may be very rough." When Stanley heard it, he looked down and thought, then opened the drawer and took out a piece of information from it, "This is the game details sent to me by the game company. There are optional materials for character modeling and clothing modeling. You can see if there is any substitute."

"Okay." Violet took the information and looked through it.

Fraser also made tea and came in. He put the black tea in front of her, "Violet, please have the tea."

"Thank you." Violet smiled politely at him and stretched out her hand to get the tea cup.

But what she didn't expect was the tea cup slipped from her hand.

Then the teacup was knocked over. All the hot black tea in it flowed out and soaked some papers on the table.

Violet's palms and the backs of her hands were also scald. Her face turned pale. Some cold sweat came from her forehead and she was trembling slightly.

But she bit her lip, letting her tears roll in her eyes, but she didn't scream.

This incident shocked both Stanley and Fraser.

Stanley was the first to react. Then he pulled Violet's wrist tightly with a gloomy face, "Follow me!"

"Where to go?" Violet asked with sobs.

Stanley didn't answer, but just opened the bathroom door.

After entering, he directly put Violet's hand under the faucet, and then turned on the faucet to let cold water cool her scalds.

The cold water poured on Violet's hands, and it soon had a cooling effect. She clearly felt that the hot pain in her hands was alleviating. Then she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Murphy, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble again." Violet lowered her head and apologized with embarrassment on her face.

She didn't expect that she was so stupid that she couldn't even hold a teacup securely.

Stanley adjusted the water down a bit to prevent the water from getting her clothes wet, "No worries. Just be careful next time." "But those files..."

"It's just some not-so-important documents. Just let them send it again." Stanley leaned against the sink and said lightly.

Violet moved her lips, feeling even more ashamed.

How could it be unimportant? Those documents had already sent to his desk!

He said this only because he wanted her not to have burdens.

"Mr. Murphy, I got the cooling patch from the infirmary." At this moment, Fraser's voice came from outside the bathroom.

Stanley stepped forward to open the door. After getting the blue cooling patch from Fraser, he returned to Violet and said to her, "Give me your hand."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐