Chapter 88 Handbag Was Robbed

"I'm okay." Violet nodded. Stanley's tight face eased a lot, "That's good." "Haha, Mr. Murphy, you and your fiancée have a very good relationship." A commenter said suddenly. Violet was a little embarrassed. As soon as she was about to say that she was not Stanley's fiancée, Stanley spoke, "Thank you." Violet looked at him in shock, "Mr. Murphy, why are you..." Before she finished speaking, Stanley interrupted her, "There is no need to explain. There are some things, the more you explain, the more difficult it will be for people to believe. It will only waste time." Hearing this, Violet nodded slightly, "You’re right." "Drink this." Stanley put a glass of orange juice in front of her. Violet glanced, "Orange juice?" "Well, you only drank wine last night, so don't drink it tonight. I don't want you to vomit on another car." Stanley took a sip of his red wine and said lightly. Violet blushed and lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "Ah, I'll go to the bathroom." With that,