Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0129
Meanwhile, at the top floor of the building, recently leased, housed the president’s office, its occupants a mystery to most
People would be shocked to learn that the world’s richest man was working in such a remote location. At the very least, the stock
market would experience some volatility, which would
drive economists to begin examining new economic trends.
Although it didn’t cause a widespread stir, the staff of the Imperial Palace were unsettled. especially since Master Lucius had
chosen this unassuming location for his office.
That’s right–Lucius rented this space. He had abruptly relocated here following his unusual acquisition of Vermell Studio.
“Master Lucius, here are the documents you requested.”
Lucius casually looked through Violet’s most recent drawings. “Not bad.”
“Her manager agreed with this,” said the person in charge. “She’s a talented designer, wouldn’t
you agree?”
“Talented?” Lucius echoed, a hint of a smirk on his face.
“Master Lucius,” George said.
Lucius motioned for the manager to leave, and reminded him. “Keep my ownership of the
company a secret.”
“Understood,” the manager agreed, though puzzled by the instruction.
Once the manager left, George presented Lucius with some findings from their investigation.
He reported, “Master Lucius, we’ve made some progress in the investigation.”
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“Speak.” His command was brief, but his demeanor was imposing.
George promptly relayed, “Our evidence suggests that the person responsible for damaging Ms. Violet’s sister’s voice might
actually be the sister herself.”
“Her own sister?” Lucius questioned, skeptical.
“Yes. It appears the cup belonged to Ms. Violet, but her sister swapped the water. Her voice was destroyed after that. She most
likely did it to herself.”
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“So, you’re saying Violet’s sister intended to harm Violet’s voice, but ended up damaging her own?”
“Exactly.”
A smile crept on Lucius’s face. “And what was her motive?”
“Well...”
After being previously misinformed, Lucius harbored doubts about George’s reliability. He said skeptically. “The information
you’ve brought seems untrustworthy!”
George wiped his sweat and cautiously replied, “I’ll double–check everything and ensure accuracy before I report back.”
Given his earlier mistake, George was aware that he had lost some standing in Lucius’s eyes. He hesitated to assert the
complete accuracy of his information, and resolved to do a thorough. recheck.

Lucius waved his hand lazily,
g George to leave the room.
Respectfully, George left Lucius’s office.
Lucius, deep in thought, pressed his palm on the tabletop.
Why would Violet’s sister seek to destroy her voice if George’s leads were correct? Violet was not a singer, so losing her voice
would have little effect on her.
Yet Lucius’s mind wandered away from this puzzle, his thoughts returning to Violet. He wondered
if she was contentedly working without sparing him a thought.
He pressed the intercom on his desk, and ordered, “Send Violet from the design department here.”
“What’s the issue, President?” Estelle answered the call, being the head of the design department
and Violet’s immediate boss. She was worried about Violet.
*Just have her come up.” he replied, avoiding any explanation.
Estelle was always fond of Violet, and suspected she had made a mistake. She felt a need to
protect her subordinate.
She probed, “Is it about the designs? She’s new to the position and may not completely

comprehend it. Perhaps I should come instead.”
“Must you handle everything for her?” Lucius rebuked, and abruptly ended the call in irritation.
Estelle gazed at the phone, pondering the challenging nature of their new president.
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Violet was walking near Estelle with files in her hand and noticed her manager’s apparent concern.
“The President has requested to see you. Please go to the twenty–fifth floor.” Estelle informed her.
“The President?” Violet exclaimed, stunned.
Having just joined the company, she was bewildered as to why the president would summon
her.
“Why does he want to meet me?” she asked anxiously.
An unexpected summons from the president, especially with no personal connection, was most certainly bad news.
Estelle shook her head, offering only advice. “Be careful. Try to be patient and speak nicely if he criticizes you.”
Violet became even more nervous at this counsel.
“Alright,” she said, inhaling deeply before proceeding.
A harsh scolding shocked Violet as she approached the door.
“Do you see what you’ve done? You messed up the paperwork!”
She turned to see a colleague furiously slamming documents onto a desk, exclaiming. “How am I supposed to explain this mess
to my manager?”
Emily stood there, visibly shaken, her lips trembling and her eyes filled with tears, looking deeply wronged.
Their manager approached to understand the situation and asked, “What happened?”

The colleague vented, “I can’t believe someone could be so careless. I asked her to make copies. but she mixed up my design
drawings with someone else’s and brought back this mess to me!”