Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 19

The next day was Sunday, she didn't roll out of bed until ten thirty in the morning.

This was her first lazy morning at the Bourne family .

As she stepped out of her room, all the men in the living room turned to look at her.

She was in an oversized nightgown, hair all messy and draped over her shoulders, face clean and

fresh.

She hadn't expected Elijah to have guests today.

He and his guests stared at her with serious expressions, seeming caught off guard by her unexpected

appearance.

Violette's brain short-circuited!

Realizing her awkward situation, she quickly turned around, intending to hide back in her room.

Just then, Lacey came over and led her to the dining table.

"Ma'am, you haven't had breakfast, you must be hungry? I checked on you this morning and you were

sound asleep, so I didn't wake you up."

Violette stuttered, "Who... who are those people?"

Lacey replied, "They're the Elijah's friends. They came to visit him. If you're scared, it's okay not to

greet them."

Violette responded, "Hmm." She didn't even greet Elijah, let alone his friends?

But if she'd known he had friends over, she would have got up early and spent the whole day out.

In the living room.

Elijah's friends showed a great interest in Violette.

"Elijah, who's that young girl living in your house? Is she a nanny? Or..."

"Come on, we're all adults here, and Elijah is a normal guy. It's totally normal to have a young woman

in the house, hahaha!"

As Elijah didn't respond to this question, everyone understood it was not a topic to be continued.

"Do you guys know Violette from the Dennis Group? I heard she's Blake's daughter..."

"Yeah, she called me last Friday night, trying to get me to invest in her company. I hung up before she

finished."

"This Violette is kinda interesting. What has her dad's debt got to do with her? Is she crazy jumping into

this fire pit?"

"Young people are always impulsive! I've researched their product, it's not going to work! Autonomous

driving sounds cool, but the road conditions are complex and unpredictable. Whoever invests in this

project is a fool!"

......

Violette was in the dining room, and listening to their discussions, she felt a mix of emotions.

After breakfast, she grabbed her laptop and found a nearby coffee shop to write her thesis.

Her abilities were limited, she had to take care of her own academics and life first.

Around four in the afternoon, she received a new email.

She held her coffee cup in her left hand, took a sip, and clicked on the email with her right hand.

Once she read the content of the email, she set her coffee cup down. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She read it again.

The email was from someone signed as Mr. E.

The content of the email was about his interest in the new product of the Dennis Group, wanting to

know more about it in detail. If the discussion went well, he could invest.

After reading it, her mind was filled with question marks.

Apart from the signature Mr. E, there was no other information.

If he really wanted to cooperate with the Dennis Group, he could go directly to the Dennis Group for a

face-to-face talk.

After careful consideration, Violette replied to his email: Is this a new type of scam?

Mr. E quickly replied: Ms. Dennis, you're quite funny. Here is my proof of assets.

Attachment: Proof of Assets.jpg

Violette opened the picture he sent, zoomed in to check—

She couldn't believe her eyes.

The picture was a bank deposit slip, showing his bank current deposit was over 50 million dollars.

Because the amount was so huge, Violette looked at the numbers on the picture several times before

she was sure it was 50 million.

Violette flushed, her heart raced, her fingers trembling on the keyboard as she typed: Your photo

editing skills are pretty good, but you're quite bold. Who would keep that much money in a bank current

account?

Mr. E: What do I need to do to make you believe me? How about you send me your bank card number,

and I'll transfer you some earnest money.

Violette: Has scamming technology advanced to this level?! Just knowing someone's account number,

you can transfer all the money in their card?! [Shocked]

Mr. E: ......

Violette hesitated for a while, then sent a screenshot of her own QR code to Mr. E.

This QR code can only receive payments, not make them.

Even if the other party was a scammer, it wouldn't matter.

After replying to the email, Violette waited for his response.

Soon... her phone notified her of a transfer.

She opened the message and saw the one million dollars Mr. E had transferred.

......

Half an hour later, Reaves rushed to the coffee shop where Violette was.

"Violette, what's going on? Did this Mr. E really transfer you five hundred thousand dollars?"

Violette showed her phone screen to the vice president: "The money in my account came from him."

Reaves was both excited and thrilled: "Which company is this Mr. E from? Set up a meeting with him,

let's talk face to face!"

Violette hesitated a bit: "He only sent me an address, said to meet and talk there this Friday night."

Reaves: "Okay! Send me the address, I'll go with you then."

Violette: "Okay."

Due to the emergence of Mr. E, the crisis facing the Dennis Group was temporarily put on hold by

Violette.

But every day, she couldn't help but wonder who this Mr. E really was.

They hadn't even met yet, and he had already transferred her a million dollars, was he just too rich and

didn't care about the money, or did he really see the potential in the Dennis Group's project?

Either way, Violette found it hard to comprehend.

Time flew by, and before long it was Friday.

At breakfast, Elijah asked Violette, "Are you free to have dinner at the Old Manor tonight?"

Violette thought for a few seconds, then found an excuse, "I have something at school tonight, I might

be back late."

Elijah frowned but didn't say anything.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as s

he and Mr. E had arranged to meet at six o'clock that evening.

Whether the Dennis Group can turn the tables depended on tonight.

"Violette, you're still my wife." Elijah put down his coffee cup, his deep eyes fixed on her, his voice was

calm and indifferent. "If you lie or deceive me, and I find out, you'll pay the price."

Violette's body tensed up instantly.

Over the past few days, they hardly communicated.

She thought this peaceful coexistence was good, but why would he suddenly say such things?

Just as she was about to respond, he left the dining room.

Watching his figure, she murmured: "What the hell..."

......

Late afternoon, five forty.

At a certain bar.

Violette arrived first.

Upon arrival, she called Reaves, who anxiously said on the phone:

"Violette, I'm stuck in traffic, not sure when I'll get there. You go to the private room first! I'll be there as

soon as I can."

Violette was taken aback, suddenly feeling anxious.

This meeting was arranged a week ago, and the room was booked by Mr. E in advance.

Under the guidance of the waiter, she arrived at the door of room V606.

Taking deep breath, she pushed open the door.

To her surprise, Mr. E was already there.

In the dim room, the man sat in a wheelchair.

Violette's eyes widened instantly, he... he was Elijah!

What was he doing here?!

Could it be, he...