My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Chapter 3 Patrick turned around, his gaze scanning Violet like a radar. “Give me her information.”

The assistant glanced at Violet and immediately knew her name. After all, he knew most designers who had a bit of fame in the jewelry industry.

The assistant quickly made a phone call to investigate, and in no time, Violet's information was sent over. He handed it directly to Patrick.

Seeing her name, Patrick’s eyes flickered, and he thoughtfully pronounced her name, “Violet... Webb...” He emphasized the “Webb” in her name, and Violet quickly nodded. “Yeah, that’s me!”

Patrick ignored her and stared at the photo on the information, ldst in thought. Violet, a designer for Oceanen Jewelry, was the girlfriend of the CEO of Oceanen Jewelry, Russell Fraley. At the age of eighteen, she designed a piece of jewelry that sold well domestically and internationally. Unfortunately, it seemed that she hadn’t produced any remarkable works in the past two years.

Was this... the premature end of a genius?

But among the people related to Violet, her stepsister Veronica had won numerous awards in the past two years and had just won the championship in the city-level jewelry competition yesterday.

Moreover, her design style was remarkably similar to Violet's! Patrick instantly had a plan in mind. He had seen all kinds of dirty tricks in this industry. He glanced at Violet and slightly parted his thin I*ps, uttering a word. “Sure.”

Violet finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was marrying Patrick not for anything. else, but to make Russell regret what he had done to her. She wanted Russell to understand that from today onwards, she, Violet, would no longer be interested in someone like him!

Because it was Patrick, they were able to use a special channel and breeze through the process, except for a playful remark from the city hall staff when they were signing the documents, commenting on how well—matched they were. “I’m one hundred percent sure that you will be very happy!” the staff said.

Violet blushed and felt a bit shy at the time, but Patrick simply said coldly, “I hope

so.

Half an hour later, Violet stepped out of the city hall as Patrick’s wife. Through the glass doors of the city hall, she saw Veronica and Russell still waiting in line.

Patrick glanced at her and said expressionlessly, “Get in the car. Let’s go get something to eat.” Violet pursed her I*ps and nodded. “Okay.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as they got in the car, Violet saw Russell holding Veronica’s hand, his face- gloomy, and he was holding his phone as he walked out of the city hall.

Veronica was holding the marriage license in her hand. At that moment, her phone rang. Patrick glanced at her and then shifted his gaze toward the window.

Violet opened the camera on her phone and took a picture of Veronica and Russell before answering the call and continuing to record their conversation. “Hello!”

“Hey, Violet, where are you?” Russell’s voice sounded quite urgent. “I'm at the hotel. What’s up?” Violet calmly replied.

“Well, Violet, | just saw a media report that | was at the city hall. And they even posted a photo. The woman in the picture isn’t you. They're speculating that | betrayed you and came to the city hall with someone else. It’s a joke! You won't believe it, will you?”

Violet's eyes flickered. She paused for a moment and asked, “So, who is that woman? And why were you at the city hall?”

“|... Um, she’s just a friend of mine. She asked me to accompany her and her boyfriend to register. | was just trying to help, but I didn’t expect it to backfire like this!”

“Do | know this friend of yours?” Violet's tone was indifferent, as if devoid of emotions. any

“She... Um, you haven't met her. | went to the same university as her boyfriend, but I’m not close to her!” Russell was still clumsily explaining.

“Okay, | see. I’m hanging up now.”

“Wait, Violet! Since you believe me, let’s hold a press conference this afternoon to clarify everything. The current situation is having a huge impact on Oceanen Jewelry. You have no idea how those idiots online are bashing me. You have to stand by my side! Or I’m gonna be in big trouble!”

Asarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Violet’s I*ps. Yes, she should definitely stand by her boyfriend who had betrayed her! She made an effort to speak in a calm tone of voice. “Okay, see you this afternoon.”

After hanging up the phone, Violet remained silent, her head bowed.

Patrick glanced at her from the side. “Ex—boyfriend?”

Violet nodded.

Patrick’s tone was like he was speaking to a subordinate. “I don’t want you to have too much involvement with him after we get married.”

Violet looked up and calmly looked at Patrick. “Don’t worry. | won’t, but you also

have to promise me that our marriage is a secret one. You attract too much attention, and | don’t want to be in the spotlight.” “That’s up to you,” Patrick replied as if it was something unrelated to him.

Violet shifted her gaze away and continued to stare down in thought. She thought that with Patrick’s cold personality, he wouldn't say anything else. But unexpectedly, he suddenly spoke up. “Those designs used in Veronica’s competition were all yours, weren't they?”

Violet looked at him in shock. “How did you know?”

The secrecy of this matter was known only to her and those two scumbags. She hadn’t told anyb*dy else! Patrick’s tone was indifferent as he replied, “Anyone with a brain could figure it

out.”

Violet hadn’t regained her composure from her shock. “Really? | thought... | thought no one would know it!”

Patrick didn’t respond to her remark. Instead, he asked, “Do you need any help?” Violet quickly shook her head. “No, I'll handle it myself. But you need to give me some time. After I’ve had my revenge, | will completely cut ties with Russell Fraley. But trust me, | will never betray you.”

Patrick looked at her, his gaze slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected this woman to be so strong-willed. He paused for a moment and asked, trying to get the answer, “Since you're not asking for my help with your revenge, what is your purpose in marrying me?”

“To get myself out,” Violet said frankly, not even flicking a glance at Patrick.

He nodded, feeling somewhat impressed by this woman. “I don’t care how you'll do it, but if you choose to marry me, you have to fulfill your duties as a wife. I’m not just looking for a wife in name only...

Even though his words were flirtatious, Patrick’s tone sounded as casual as if he was commenting on the weather today.