fanqie novel
Chapter 273
Chapter 273
Violette heard his question, and sobered up a bit.
Did he think she was drunk now and would say anything?
He really underestimated her.
She did drink a lot.
But it was beer, not wine.
Beer wouldn't get her so wasted that she’d lose her mind. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
She decided to ignore him and go straight to sleep.
Elijah listened to her breathing gradually even out and couldn't bear to hang up while looking at the call
interface.
If she hadn't been drunk, she would never have called him.
Eight in the morning.
Violette woke up from a nightmare.
She dreamt of the time when her father had just passed away.
Her father died, the company went bankrupt, and she and her mother were homeless, wandering
aimlessly through the streets like stray cats and dogs.
She was so thirsty and wanted to drink water, but she and her mother had no money and couldn't even
buy water.
She woke up in a cold sweat.
Seeing the familiar bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Violette, it's all in the past.
Don't be scared."
As she finished her sentence, a deep male voice suddenly came from her phone, "Awake?"
Violette was startled.
She looked at her phone.
What happened?
What's wrong with her phone?
Why was it playing Elijah's voice automatically?
"Calm down, there can't be ghosts during the daytime, right?" She took a deep breath and picked up
her phone.
Elijah listened to her talking to herself and began to look forward to her reaction.
She opened the phone, saw the call interface, and her face instantly stiffened.
The call interface showed that she had been on the phone with Elijah for five hours!
The phone in her hand was burning hot!
Did she call Elijah last night?
Why did she call him?
She looked at the phone and her face turned red.
She really wanted to ask him what happened last night.
"Violette, are you sober now?" He took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence.
"...I'm sober." She took a breath, rubbing her temples with her fingers, "I'm sorry. I didn't say anything
crazy last night, did I?"
"Of course," Elijah spoke slowly, "you did."
Violette: "..."
Her headache got worse.
She tried to recall, hoping to remember everything that happened last night.
"You wished me a happy birthday," Elijah said slowly, "and wished for me to have a child soon."
"Huh?" She remembered.
She drank last night because Peter was returning to the country and was about to be arrested.
It was already eight in the morning, and by now, Peter's flight might have landed.
"Elijah, I have something else to do, so I can't chat anymore!" She hung up anxiously.
She called the police officer while getting out of bed.
The call went through quickly.
"Officer, did you catch Peter?" She heard her own heartbeat pounding.
"We caught him, and he's been brought back to the police station. We're questioning him right now."
Mr. Lee said, "I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I didn't call you."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Her body suddenly relaxed, and her headache eased.
"You're welcome. I'll let you know if there's any progress."
"Okay! Thank you so much!"
At ten in the morning.
Violette received a call from Alexa.
They hadn't been in contact for over four years.
But she never forgot that mean face and malicious voice.
"Violette! You're so cunning! Setting up such a trap!" Alexa gritted her teeth in hatred, "If anything
happens to my brother, I will never forgive you!"