Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 162 Phoebe's Questioning

Hearing Violet’s words, Jessie didn't say anything anymore. She picked up the design book on the side and prepared to go to the factory.

The design of the new season had been finalized. She had to supervise the garment making at the factory department.

After Jessie left, Violet was sitting behind her desk and started busy with her work.

After a while, she suddenly received a phone call. It was from Aadam, the secretary of that mysterious Mr. Dixon, "Hello, Violet, Mr. Dixon has read the first draft. He said there is no problem."

"Well, that's great." Violet showed a surprise smile, and then asked, "Can I meet Mr. Dixon? I have several points about the follow-up design that I would like to discuss with him. I want to know what style he likes."

"Maybe it can’t. Mr. Dixon has been abroad recently. But Mr. Dixon said, everything is in accordance with your style." Aadam said.

Did he trust her so much?

Violet raised her eyebrows, "Well, I see."

"Then I'll hang up first." Aadam finished speaking and hung up.

Violet smiled helplessly and put down the phone. Then she picked up the pencil on the table, and continued to work.

In the afternoon, Violet received a text message from Design Association, asking her to draw a number for the competition.

Unexpectedly, there was actually good news. Because of ‘Born of Fire’, she could take the first few rounds of the game bye, and directly became top 16.

Design Association really recognized her.

Violet smiled with holding the number sixteen entry card and was about to go back.

But at this moment, an abrupt voice of doubt suddenly sounded in the conference room, "This is not fair!"

The conference room fell silent for an instant. Everyone looked at the speaker.

Violet also looked over, staring at Phoebe in the middle of the first three rows and narrowing her eyes.

She knew that as long as Phoebe was there, there would always be waves.

"Where is it unfair?" The secretary who presided over the draw looked at Phoebe who disturbed the orders, feeling a little unhappy.

She actually questioned the unfairness of their draw in public?

"Of course the competition system is unfair. Why should we all start from the initial knockout round but she can go straight to the top 16." Phoebe pointed at Violet with a distorted face.

Some of the people who felt unfair at first, but hadn't said anything. Hearing Phoebe's questioning, they looked at Violet with dissatisfaction, as if Violet had robbed them of something.

Violet sneered, but said nothing.

Because she knew that she didn't need to make her own for the time being, Secretary Bruce would help her fight back.

Sure enough, Bruce slammed the conference table with a gloomy face, "Be quiet! Didn't I make it clear just now? The reason why Violet can go straight to the top 16 is because of ‘Born of Fire’ But what about you guys?"

He glanced sharply at the people below, "What are your achievements? Your design is comparable to Violet's ‘Born of Fire’? If it is comparable, just show it out. If I think it is good, I can arrange you to go straight to top 16. But do you have anyone?"

Some of the people who thought it was unfair knew they were wrong. They just lowered their heads and stopped talking.

However, some people still felt dissatisfied, but they only dared to talk in their hearts.

Upon seeing this, Bruce's face eased a lot. He was about to announce that the draw would continue. Suddenly, Phoebe stood up with a cane, "I have!"

Hearing this, Violet raised her eyebrows and suddenly smiled.

Phoebe had it? Was she insane?

To put it bluntly, Phoebe had no design talents. Each of Phoebe’s more famous design works was just that she plagiarized from other designers. She actually said she had some achievements?

"Do you have?" Bruce was not sure about Phoebe's true level. Seeing her self-confident appearance, he believed in it. Then he stepped down and walked towards Phoebe, “Let me see."

"I didn't bring it, but you can search on the official website of the Golden Feather Award. I am the winner of this year's Golden Feather Award." Phoebe lifted her chin and glanced at Violet proudly.

Violet only felt Phoebe was shameless.

The winner of the Golden Feather Award? Phoebe dared to mention it!

But Phoebe reminded of Violet. She almost forgot about the Golden Feather Award.

Everyone didn't know what Violet was thinking, and they were all shocked by Phoebe's words.

"It turns out that Phoebe is the winner of the Golden Feather Award. I thought it was Violet." Bruce said in surprise.

"Yes, I thought it was Violet. I also saw the final design of the Golden Feather Award. It’s very amazing. It is no less than ‘Born of Fire’. The two can even be said to be on the same level. In that case, Phoebe can indeed compete with Violet."

Listening to the compliments of all the people, Phoebe was full of pride. She looked at Violet with provocations, "Bruce, you just said, as long as I can show you excellent works, I can go straight to top 16 just as Violet, right? ?"

Bruce touched his nose and nodded, "Yes."

"Well, I want to go straight top 16."

"Okay, I will discuss this with President of the Branch." Bruce nodded.

Only then did Phoebe sit back contentedly. Before sitting back, she still did not forget to show off toward Violet.

Violet lowered her eyes to cover the coldness in her eyes.

After a while, the draw was over. After everyone was almost gone, Violet got up and walked outside the conference room.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she was stopped by Phoebe, "Stop."

Violet stopped, turned her face slightly, and asked faintly, "Is there anything else?"

Phoebe controlled the wheelchair and came to her, "How about it? Are you disappointed? You are no longer the special one. Starting today, I am also the designer that Design Association focuses on."

"You stopped me just for this? Do you want me to congratulate you? If so, then congratulations." Violet patted the number card in her hand, very perfunctory.

She really didn't know how Phoebe, a copyist, dared to show off in front of her, the original creator.

Hearing the faint sarcasm in Violet’s tone, Phoebe’s face twisted. The hand placed on the armrest of the wheelchair also tightened tightly, “Huh, I don’t need your congratulations. I just want to tell you that I’m here. You won’t get a place for international competitions!"

Hearing this, Violet laughed, "Are you so sure I can't get it?"

"Yes, because the final winner must be me!" Phoebe raised her chin proudly, "Anyway, I am waiting to see you out."

After saying this, she controlled the wheelchair to turn around and walked away from the other side of the corridor.

Violet squinted at Phoebe’s back. Her small face was filled with coldness.

It seemed that Phoebe was so confidence for herself. Did she plan to steal another original creator’s works again? But no matter what, Violet would never let Phoebe take the efforts of others in exchange for honor.

At the end of the Golden Feather Award, she should have exposed Phoebe, but because she had been busy with other things, so she forgot. Now that she remembered it, she could no longer let Phoebe show off again. When it came to the competition, it would be the end of Phoebe.

Thinking, Violet pursed her red lips and walked in the opposite direction of Phoebe.

Leaving the building of Design Association, Violet drove Stanley's car to the downstairs of the Murphy Group and took out her mobile phone to dial Stanley's phone number.

The call was quickly connected. Stanley's low voice came into her ears, "What’s up?"

Violet swallowed, sorting out her emotions and then she replied, "Mr. Murphy, I'm here to return the car. I'm downstairs of your company."

"Well, I see. Wait a while." Stanley hung up the phone when he finished speaking. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

But before the phone was hung up, Violet vaguely heard the chair sliding.

Did he plan to come down and get the key himself?