NovelOnlineChapter 702
As soon as Violet spilled the beans, Marguerite's confusion deepened.
"Didn't Stella cto the office today for her counseling session? | thought she mentioned making a house call
yesterday?"
"Yeah, she showed up this morning, and | even went downstairs to greet her. But, turns out, she didn't cfor
the counseling. She had someone bring in loads of gadgets instead. Linda toldStella was sticking all these
patches on Ms. Lockwood's forehead, like she was checking if there was something wrong with her brain."
"Something wrong with her brain? What does that even mean? Since when does a therapist handle that?"
Violet nodded vigorously, her eyes wide and sparkling as she tried to hold back a laugh before explaining:
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"That's more like a job for a neurologist! But who knows where Stella got all that equipment from, it's like she
borrowed it from a hospital or something. And Ms. Lockwood, bless her, had no clue about any of it and just let
Stella do her thing. Linda was just telling me, the reason Stella's doing all this is because she suspects Ms.
Lockwood... might have a mental illness. Pfft-"
Marguerite: "..."
"Marguerite, you should have seen Ms. Lockwood's face when she heard Stella suspected her of having a mental
illness. She turned as green as a Granny Smith apple!"
Violet couldn't hold her laughter any longer, bursting into giggles so intense her sides started to ache.
Marguerite's eyes widened in disbelief, but deep down, she felt a refreshing sense of relief. That Stella sure was a
character, hitting Yuna right where it hurts with today's antics. She must be fuming right now.
Watching Violet struggle to straighten up from laughter, Marguerite shook her head, amused: "Alright, alright,
enough taking pleasure in other people's misfortune. Just steer clear of her when she's having a moment, and
you'll be fine."
"As if I'd let her catch me. I've even stopped wearing scarves, let alone my usual clothes. Marguerite, look at me,
all dressed up in a suit and tie. Do | look like an insurance salesman to you?"
Violet spun around to show off her "insurance" attire, causing Marguerite to burst into laughter. As she turned,
the trinket hanging from her neck swung in tune.
Is that a pocket watch? It looked familiar.
"Do you always like wearing something around your neck?"
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Dizzy from spinning, Violet steadied herself on a table before touching her neck and responding: "Yeah, I just feel
kinda naked without something there. Marguerite, it's just an ordinary pocket watch. If you like it, I'll give it to
you." Violet took off the pocket watch and handed it to Marguerite.
Marguerite examined the watch closely, noticing it looked similar to one she'd seen on Stella's desk, though with
slight variations in the details and patterns.
"Marguerite, | watched this American show last year where the therapist used a pocket watch to hypnotize
people. So, | went out and bought one just like it. But then | realized real life doesn't work like TV shows! | tried
waving this watch in front of my mom, and she just calledcrazy! It doesn't work at all!"
Marguerite handed the watch back, finding that a week's acquaintance had made Violet more talkative. But
being a woman of few words herself, Marguerite often didn't know how to keep the conversation going.
Just as she was about to send Violet back to work, she caught sight of Yuna storming in from the elevator, her
stride furious. Kicking open the glass door of the office, she marched in, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Marguerite! Violet can't stay! As the head of the design department, I'm ordering you to fire her right now!"
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