My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

The girl who had just arrived was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. She caught her breath and apologized, “I’m so sorry. Something happened on the way here, and that’s why I’m late. I’m really sorry.”

The others in the department fixed their gazes on her, each with a different expression.

“Could you be Violet Webb?” someone asked first, with a disdainful tone.

“Late on your first day of work? Quite impressive.”

“And dressed like this? Do you think this is college?”

“Tsk tsk, is this the renowned jewelry genius? Ha,” a colleague sarcastically remarked.

The girl was taken aback and did not quite understand the situation. “No, I’m not. I’m Sophia Gibbs, the new design assistant.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Upon hearing that, Joanna was struck dumb first. She looked to Violet, who was sitting on the side, with questioning eyes, and asked, “Isn’t she supposed to be the design assistant?”

Everyone in the design department knew that only Violet and one other design assistant were supposed to start that day. Sophia tried to make sense of the situation but did not get it.

Violet, on the other hand, calmly raised her head, stood up gracefully, and looked around at everyone. She curled her I*ps into a smile, but it did not quite reach her eyes. She spoke with an indifferent tone. “Hello, everyone. | am Violet Webb, the ‘exception‘ you mentioned who isn’t even fit to fetch Gloria Tyler's shoes. The trash.”

The expressions on everyone's faces turned incredibly entertaining. They had not expected that, in Violet's presence, they would insult her from beginning to end. Although they had been eager to please Joanna earlier, they had only dared to speak like this when Violet was not around. After all, she had been brought in by Patrick. They had no guts to insult Violet directly.

Violet seemed unfazed by the reactions of the others as she continued calmly, “I know that Gloria is incredibly talented, and | would never dare to think my skills match hers. | simply want to look up to her as a senior and a role model. As for the plagiarism accusations, you're right. You can’t believe everything you read online. I'll use my own abilities to show everyone who the real plagiarist is.” Violet finished speaking and took her seat as if the previous incident had no effect on her.

The atmosphere in the room became awkward and tense. The other designers and assistants all acted as if they were mute, bowing their heads and pretending to

1/3 work. They prayed silently in their hearts that Violet would not hold it against them.

Joanna, who had been the first to join in on the insults earlier, now had to hold back her frustration. She stared at Violet's back with a deep gaze and asked, “If you’re Violet, why didn’t you say so when you first arrived?”

Violet, although attractive, had initially appeared overly humble. Joanna had not connected her with the person who had recently gained attention on the internet. Violet turned around and looked at Joanna with a calm expression. “May | ask, did you give me a chance to speak?”

Joanna froze in her tracks, realizing the situation. She thought about her earlier arrogant attitude and felt even more infuriated.

She knew that Violet was coming to work that day, and she was well aware that Patrick had personally recruited Violet to replace Gloria as the designer. She was already very angry about it.

The assistant designer who came to work was supposed to assist Violet. Joanna did not have a good impression of Violet, so she did not like her assistant either. Therefore, when Joanna thought Violet was a designer assistant, she deliberately made Violet do odd jobs to vent her frustration. She had initially thought that Violet was just a small assistant, so she had not bothered to ask for her name. Now looking back, she felt utterly embarrassed. She believed that Violet had intentionally remained silent and pretended to be an assistant just to trap Joanna’s words and make her look bad in front of the design department.

Joanna felt increasingly embarrassed as she thought about it. She angrily got up and stormed out of the room.

The rest of the team watched as Joanna angrily left, and no one dared to speak. They finally realized that Violet, who appeared calm and composed, was not to be underestimated.

Sophia approached Violet timidly. “Hello, I’m Sophia Gibbs, your assistant.”

Violet gave her a brief look and nodded indifferently. “Hmm.” Seeing Violet's chilly response, Sophia’s anxiety grew. She started to worry that Violet might be considering firing her. She timidly looked at Violet and asked, “Did | do something wrong earlier?”

Violet observed Sophia’s distressed demeanor and recalled her own situation two years ago. She could not help but smirk. “How old are you?”

Sophia pursed her I*ps. “I’m 20.” Violet chuckled. “I’m also 20.” Sophia had not expected Violet to be the same age as her.

Violet furrowed her brow and playfully said, “What’s with that expression? Do you think that because we're the same age, it’s unfair that I’m your boss?