My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Violet clenched her teeth tightly, her palms almost bleeding from her sharp fingernails. But she resolutely turned around and walked back to the adjacent suite.

God knew how much she wanted to rush in and tear apart this despicable man and woman! But her last shred of sanity told her she couldn’t do that. She knew she couldn’t act impulsively, especially since she had been working as a designer at Russell's Oceanen Jewelry. Not only had he cheated on Violet with her step—sister, but he had also betrayed Violet's trust and used Violet as a steppingstone for Veronica.

Violet knew she couldn't let go of the dual hatred in love and career so easily. She wanted revenge. She wanted to take back everything that belonged to her and send these two wretches straight to hell, making them pay double:

As for her father, she had to find a way to deal with him. She couldn’t act on impulse, which might ruin her uncle’s company.

The next morning, Violet woke up with dark circles around her eyes. She heard Russell and Veronica leave their room, and she followed them out.

Violet followed them all the way to the local city hall, and then coldly smiled as she got out of the car and took a picture of them holding hands as they entered the city hall.

Just as the two of them entered the city hall, Violet called Russell. “Russell, where are you?” she said as soon as the call connected, activating the recording function. “Um... |... | had some urgent matters at the company and left early in the morning. | didn’t have time to tell you!”

A faint sneer flashed across Violet’s face as she said, “Oh, really? | thought you were having a secret meeting with your lover or something.”

Russell's voice sounded stiff, and he awkwardly laughed. “How could that be? You’re the one | love the most, Violet. By the way, | forgot to tell you, can you give Veronica the latest jewelry design draft you drew?”

“Didn't Veronica just participate in the city-level jewelry competition? Why does she still need design drafts?” Violet asked expressionlessly.

“Well, here’s the thing. Veronica is going to participate in the Century Jewelry Competition hosted by Foreverie Jewelry in two days. That is the crucial gateway to the World Jewelry Competition, and it's extremely important for her. She drew many design drafts but wasn’t satisfied with them. She really likes your design. draft. So, | was wondering if you could...”

“Humph, what a shameless bastard!” Violet cursed inwardly as she heard this. “Planning to get married to another woman and still having the audacity to ask

me for my design drafts? There's no one else but Russell who would do such a thing!”

Violet came to realize that she was foolish for giving so many design drafts to Veronica over the past two years, using her talent to help her rival in love. Violet took a deep breath. Now was not the right time to expose them. “Well, | also like that design draft very much. Besides, it’s my hard work!”

“Violet, how can you be so petty? This is an important period of career advancement for Veronica. She really needs our help. As for you, you have me. We are going to get married and you can be a full-time housewife. Why do you need these empty titles? The whole Oceanen Jewelry is yours!”

Violet tried her best to keep her composure. Then, she said in a natural tone, “Alright, whatever you say. I'll give it to her. Let’s help Veronica.”

Violet hung up the phone and immediately sent the photo she had just taken to a familiar media outlet. The photo clearly captured a side profile of Russell.

As everyone knew, Violet was Russell's girlfriend. Although the woman in the photo only showed her back, there was no resemblance to Violet in terms of b*dy shape and hair color.

Violet wanted to know how Russell would face the brutal world of journalism, and how he would explain it to her afterward! She would try her best to “help” Veronica and make Veronica’s name known in the entire Summerwood City! Over the phone, Russell didn’t realize the intense hatred and resentment boiling inside Violet.

Violet lowered her head and was about to leave. She was still thinking about how to stop her father from marrying her off to the second son of the Turner family without involving her uncle.

But as she turned around, she bumped into a man. The man had a tall and straight figure, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that revealed his strong physique. Violet looked up and saw the man’s face clearly. He had thick eyebrows, aNôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

prominent nose, S**y thin I*ps, and exquisite features that were naturally handsome. His sharp and cold face had a resolute and stern expression. He was so handsome that it was hard for her to tear her eyes off him.

He furrowed his brows and glanced at Violet, and she was intimidated by his piercing gaze. Those cold, star-like eyes of his were filled with ice-cold detachment.

This man was... Patrick Hersey. Why was he also at the city hall? Was he getting married as well? Violet couldn't believe it. After all, Patrick was the coveted marriage prospect for every woman in Summerwood City. He was the

CEO of Foreverie Jewelry, the king of the jewelry industry, and he held the key to all domestic jewelry designers entering the world competition. Violet had caught a glimpse of this man from afar at a jewelry banquet once.

Patrick turned to his assistant, his tone icy cold as he asked, “Where is she?”

The assistant trembled, stammering, “Um... Miss Tyler just arrived at the airport and booked the next flight to Freiland. She said there was something urgent she needed to handle over there. | just received the message from her. She’s already boarded the plane.”

Upon hearing this, Patrick’s face darkened, the atmosphere around him growing a little colder. “When will she be back?” The assistant wished he could disappear on the spot. “It... It seems like she'll need a year!”

Patrick’s face instantly turned dark with anger, and he sneered. “This is the third time. | won't give her a fourth chance to stand me up, and I'll just find a random woman here to marry and get the marriage license!”

After finishing his words, Patrick started walking toward the entrance of the city hall. No one had ever dared to treat him like this. Even if he had feelings for that woman, he wouldn’t tolerate her insolence again and again!

Violet was stunned. Had Patrick also been dumped, just like her? Suddenly, she realized that the upcoming jewelry competition Veronica was participating in was hosted by Foreverie Jewelry. If she wanted to get back at Russell, it would only be a matter of time before she fell out with Oceanen Jewelry. “Why not find myself an escape route?” she asked herself inwardly.

She wasn’t the impulsive type of person to charge into battle with unwavering courage! Plus, she still hadn’t found a solution to her father’s plan of using her uncle to force her into marriage with that jerk from the Turner family.

In her opinion, if she married the man in front of her, her father wouldn't force her to marry someone else!

Violet's eyes flickered with determination. She gritted her teeth, summoning the courage she didn’t know where it came from, and stepped forward. “Mr. Hersey, since we're in the same situation, why don’t we... get a marriage license together?”