One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 191 Persecution

"You'll know later. Don't worry, it won't hurt you." Stanley stood up and walked towards the door,

meaningless to explain.

Violet pursed her red lips.

Since he didn’t want to say, it was boring to ask anymore.

Violet also got up and walked Stanley out.

Stanley stood outside the door, "Tomorrow morning I will pick up the two children."

"Okay." Violet nodded.

Stanley looked at her, "Good night!"

"Good night." Violet smiled.

After speaking, she thought he should go back to his apartment, but he didn't have the slightest

intention to leave, still standing there and watching her.

Violet was a little uncomfortable by being staring at by him. She shrank her neck, "Mr. Murphy, is there

anything else?"

"Nothing. You can close the door." Stanley shook his head lightly.

Violet only felt a little inexplicable, but she listened to him and closed the door.

After closing, she did not rush back to the bedroom, but opened the monitoring to see what he was

going to do, but what she saw was his back and the closed apartment door.

Violet lowered her eyelids, with doubts in her eyes.

Was he watching her go back specifically?

But as soon as this idea popped into her mind, it was immediately suppressed by her.

Violet shook her head amusingly, no longer thought about it, turned and walked to the room.

The next morning, when it was just eight o'clock, Violet and the two children had just finished breakfast,

then Stanley came to pick up the children.

Violet pushed the children to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, thank you."

"I will take care of them." Stanley looked at the two little guys on the left and right, and couldn't help

touching their heads.

Violet squatted down and said seriously, "Calvin, Arya, you guys have to listen to Uncle Murphy!"

"We will, Mommy." The two children nodded.

Violet smiled, stood up, and then watched Stanley take them away.

After they left, Violet cleaned up the house a little bit, and then went out to participate in the

competition.

Today was the semi-final. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely tense.

When Violet arrived, all the contestants had come.

As soon as she walked into the conference room, she saw Phoebe talking to other people.

Phoebe also saw her and snorted, "Someone is only ranked second, but every time she is the last to

come. People who don't know think she is the first."

Violet knew that Phoebe was taunting her, but she didn't get angry. She smiled and walked over, "Dr.

Hunt, it seems that your stomach doesn't hurt anymore. You look so well today."

"It’s none of your business!" Phoebe frowned.

Violet looked at her, "I care about you. I am so happy to see that you are cured now. By the way,

Director Hunt, can you tell us the design ideas that you didn't share yesterday? I have been looking

forward to it from yesterday to now."

"Yes, Phoebe, talk about it. How did you design such a grand sacrificial dress?" The other two

designers did not understand the meaning, and echoed.

"The competition is about to start. Just leave me alone. If I was affected by you guys, who of you can

afford this responsibility?" Phoebe suppressed the panic and shouted impatiently after secretly glaring

at Violet.

She was so furious!

Violet was really a bitch!

The two designers didn't know what Phoebe was thinking. When they heard her say this, they stopped

asking.

But at this moment, Violet suddenly said, "I can afford this responsibility."

She pulled away the chair beside Phoebe and sat down, looking at Phoebe with a smile.

Phoebe's face sank. She subconsciously avoided Violet's gaze, and said with composure, "So what?

The design is mine. When I’m happy, I can tell you guys. What qualifications do you have to ask me?"

"I am not qualified to ask you, but I have a question." Violet narrowed her eyes. "Director Hunt is so

resistant to talking about the design ideas. Could it be that you don’t know it at all?"

As soon as Violet finished speaking, the other two designers were shocked.

If so, it would mean that Phoebe’s design was not hers at all.

Was Violet saying that there was a problem with Phoebe's design?

Thinking about it, the eyes of the two designers watching Phoebe changed on the spot. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Phoebe noticed it. The she subconsciously raised her voice to retort, "What are you talking about?

Who doesn’t know it?"

"Since you know it, just say it." Violet leaned back in the chair, with a lazy tone.

The two designers also stared at Phoebe, waiting for Phoebe to say.

Being forced to this point, Phoebe clenched her fists tightly. She was already flustered and didn't know

what to do.

She knew very well that she could no longer avoid. Now the two designers were already suspicious of

her. If she avoided again, it would be tantamount to acknowledging that her work belonged to others.

This was Violet's real purpose. Violet realized that the design was not hers, so she deliberately asked

her to talk about the design ideas, trying to force her to admit. How could she allow Violet to success!

Just as Phoebe was in dilemma, she suddenly saw Bruce who came in with the microphone from the

corner of her eye. She was overjoyed and she didn't panic. Then she snorted proudly, "Okay, my

design ideas…"

"Okay, everyone is here, right?" Phoebe just started talking, and Bruce interrupted her, "Since you guys

are all here, then I announce that today's competition has officially started. Now we invite the teacher to

set the theme."

The audience suddenly applauded.

Phoebe was so happy inwardly, but she looked regretful on her face. She applauded and sighed, "It

seems that I can’t tell you guys my design ideas again."

Violet put down her hands and sneered, "It doesn't matter. You can't say it out anyway. You can hide it

once, but you can't hide it for a lifetime. You will sooner or later be exposed."

Phoebe's face froze for a moment, but she quickly returned to nature. She curled her lips in disdain,

and lowered her voice, "You said I copied? You have to show evidence!"

She had spent so much effort searching on the Internet. Besides, there was no record of these designs

Even if Violet knew she was copying, so what? Violet couldn’t find out the evidence.

Looking at the smug Phoebe, Violet knew what Phoebe was thinking almost. Then she didn't bother to

argue with Phoebe, and turned her head back.

In Phoebe's eyes, Violet's actions had other meanings.

That was, she felt that she was right. Violet must have tried to find evidence last night, but could not

find it, otherwise she would not be so silent.

In this way, Phoebe felt that she didn't have to be afraid.

Thinking about it, Phoebe was so happy.

The competition had begun. This time the competition was the same as yesterday. They just needed to

draw the design directly, and the two best were selected to enter the finals.

But this time the theme was a bit difficult. The theme was the future, which was to let them design

futuristic clothes.

"Future..." Violet whispered the word while turning her pencil. She frowned and she didn't have the

slightest inspiration for a while.