Chapter 210

With that thought in mind, Aaron jogged all the way to the secretarial department and found the busy Violet.

Aaron said something to the head of the secretarial department, who immediately looked at her.

She quickly called Violet over, handed her a document, and said politely, "Violet, there's a document that needs to be delivered to Mr. Brown. Could you take it over?"

Without waiting for her response, the head of the secretarial department shoved the document into her hand and walked away briskly.

No kidding, even Aaron didn't dare to go to Michael, so the head of the secretarial department certainly wouldn't try it herself.

Since Violet, the intern, was there, the task naturally fell to her.

Violet looked innocently at the departing head of the secretarial department, her face full of distress.

This action caught the attention of the other office workers.

They began to gossip.

"Who is this intern Violet, and why does the head always give her the task of going to the CEO's office?"

"Good task? Not necessarily. Didn't you see how far the head stayed away just now? It's very likely that Mr. Brown is in a bad mood again, and giving the troublesome task to Violet is the best choice."

"True, she's a newcomer and wouldn't dare to go against the head. She has to do whatever she's told."

At this moment, a female colleague with glasses squeezed in and whispered a reminder, "I think you all forgot how Violet went into the CEO's office last time and came out unscathed?"

"Don't you wonder what happened in there?"

Everyone exchanged glances, recalling that among the many high-level executives who were scolded in the CEO's office last time, only Violet, the intern, came out smiling.

They suddenly understood something and sighed, "There's nothing we can do. We don't look as good as Violet, nor are we as bold."

If it were someone else, hearing such gossip about themselves, they would definitely retort.

But Violet didn't care about these things.

Rather than saying she didn't care, it was more accurate to say this was her goal.

She tried every means to get into the Brown Group to get close to Michael, using the opportunity of working together to win Michael's heart step by step.

Even if rumors spread about her, she was happy.

Rumors spread easily.

Once the company knew about this, if anything happened in the future, even if Michael wanted to get rid of her, the rumors would help her.

By then, her name and Michael's would be tied together.

So, knowing she had to go to Michael's office, Violet was happier than anyone else.

She wanted to win Michael's heart when he was feeling down, making him completely submit to her.

Ideally, after he divorced Isabella, she could marry Michael.

Only then would Isabella, that bitch, never be able to return to the Brown Family.

Michael, the man who originally belonged to her, and the title of Mrs. Brown would finally be hers.

All of this was supposed to be hers.

It was Isabella who used all sorts of schemes to take it away.

Now that she was back, it was time to take it all back.

Violet knocked lightly and entered the office. She originally wanted to put the document on the desk like last time.

But Michael wasn't sitting in his office chair; he was sitting on the sofa with his head down.

Michael's broad shoulders were slightly slumped, revealing his lean and slender figure. No one could see his lowered expression, but the cold aura emanating from him was enough to make people keep their distance.

But Violet didn't retreat at all. Instead, she stepped forward and spoke softly, "Mr. Brown, I brought the documents you requested. Would you like to take a look?"

Michael, lost in thought, suddenly heard the overly familiar voice and couldn't help but frown and look up.

Standing in front of him was Violet with a shy face.

But in an instant, he saw Bianca's shadow on her face.

So similar, too similar!

Ever since Harper suddenly disappeared from the hospital, he had been suspicious of Violet.

Many times he suspected that the Violet in front of him was Bianca, whom he had thrown into the Auroria mine. But despite his repeated tests, he couldn't find any flaws in Violet.

If Violet really wasn't Bianca, then how could she be so similar to Bianca?

"Mr. Brown?"

Seeing Michael staring at her, Violet blushed and couldn't help but remind him.

At the same time, she handed the document forward.

Michael's eyes flashed, and his thoughts quickly returned to reality.

"Just leave it here. I'll look at it later."

"Okay."

Violet obediently placed the document in front of him, deliberately brushing his arm in the process.

Michael's eyes darkened, and he quietly withdrew his hand, sitting up straighter and looking at her with an unclear gaze.

"I've been busy lately and haven't had time to check on you. How are you adjusting to the company?"

Even though Michael had doubts in his heart, he still had to maintain appearances.

Otherwise, how could he see Violet's true colors?

Michael's sudden concern made Violet's heart tremble.

Her face involuntarily turned red, "I'm doing well, Mr. Brown. Everyone in the company is nice to me, and I'm adjusting well."

"You're still calling me Mr. Brown? You can call me by my name when no one is around."

Michael gently corrected her.

Violet's eyes lit up with surprise, and she bit her lip, "Then Michael, you shouldn't call me Ms. Cooper either. It sounds awkward when you call me that."

She deliberately lengthened her tone, coquettishly like she was unconsciously acting spoiled.

In the past, Michael disliked her acting like this in front of him. Now that he had changed so much, wasn't it because he liked her?

Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, Michael smiled, "No problem. I'll call you Violet, like Nolan does. How about that?"

As long as he could temporarily keep Violet in check, it didn't matter what he called her.

But Violet wasn't very happy with this name.

However, since he had already said it, she reluctantly agreed.

"If you like it, then call me that."

Michael, who managed the entire group, only needed one look to see through people.

Naturally, Violet's expression didn't escape his notice.

He narrowed his long eyes and smiled playfully, "You don't like it? Then how should I call you? Or I can't call you the way Nolan does?"

This sentence was nothing special, but with Michael's ambiguous tone, anyone would overthink it.

Especially someone like Violet, who already liked Michael.

She suddenly looked up, meeting Michael's deep eyes, and felt an electric current run through her body.

Oh my God!

Did she hear it right? Michael was actually jealous of Nolan over a name because of her?

Was he openly expressing his care for her?