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Jessie closed the album and took a deep breath.

Soon, two more days to go before she could finish what she had to do.

When the time came, she would be able to give George an explanation.

Jessie wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up, put the photo album back in the desk drawer, and walked out of the room.

Violet didn't stay at Jessie's house for too long and left at two in the afternoon because she had to go buy some specialties and bring them back to J City. She had come here originally to ask Jessie herself what had happened.

But Jessie still wouldn't say anything, so there was nothing she could do, so she could only go back.

After shopping and returning to the hotel, it was already afternoon, and after Violet ordered dinner and ate it, she lay on her bed while drawing designs.

It wasn't until 9:00 p.m. she felt sleepy, and then Violet let go of her design book and pencil and laid down to sleep.

The next morning, Violet was woken up by her phone.

She took out her phone and saw that it was the branch president of the J City Design Branch Association calling.

Violet instantly woke up and sat up from the bed in a hurry, answering the call, "Mr. Webb."

"Miss Hunt, I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone asked.

Violet smiled, "No, I'm up, is there something you want to see me about?"

The branch president also smiled, "Yes, recently we are preparing to hold a competition for young fashion designers in J City, and would like to invite you to be a judge. This competition is mainly for those young and talented designers, the top ten can get the opportunity to train abroad."

"So that's how it is." Violet nodded, "But Mr. Webb, I'm curious, why do you have the idea of making me a judge?"

"Because of your current achievement, although you didn't win the last international competition, you weren't eliminated, but you withdrew yourself due to your own health, so it's clear to many of us that if you hadn't withdrawn, it's clear who the winner would have been, and now you're already the top young designer with a good position internationally. With that designer Mina who has disappeared for almost a year in the same class, you are qualified to be this judge."

"Uh......" Hearing Mr. Webb mention Mina, Violet smiled sheepishly.

Yeah, she hasn't been open to the public yet she's actually Mina, the young, well-known designer who burst onto the international scene a year ago.

When she first returned home, her teacher told her to hide the identity of Mina for the time being and not to reveal it, so that she could use the identity of an unknown designer to enter the country, and when she had broken in to the same level as Mina, she could announce to the public that she was Mina.

But since she hadn't used the identity of Mina for a long time in the past year, she had almost forgotten that she was Mina.

Looks like it's time to announce this identity sometime.

Once the two identities, Violet and Mina, merged into one, she thought that it would be a big boost to her career, and her status in the designer circle would rise a stage.

Thinking, Violet took a breath and said, "Mr. Webb, I understand what you mean, and I'm willing to go as a judge for this, but I have to go as a judge for a competition next, the Asian Young Designer Competition, and this opportunity was secured for me by Mr. Moore, so my concern is that the two competitions might clash in terms of timing."

If there was no conflict in time, then she would naturally agree.

When the branch president heard Violet say that, he was silent for a moment before asking, "I know that the Asian Young Designer Competition is going to be held at the beginning of next month, and there are almost seven days until now, while our competition starts in the middle of next month, there is going to be some conflict."

The design competition, well, has to go through multiple rounds of elimination, and each elimination round, at the very least, takes a week.

So the competition can't really be over in just half a month.

So Violet can't really be two judges for two competitions at the same time.

"I'm sorry that I can't be a judge for J City, after all I promised the Asian Competition side first." Violet scratched her hair and said with some embarrassment.

The branch president smiled, "It's okay, our competition is indeed not as good as the Asian competition, how about this? When the Asian competition is over, you come back to J City as a judge, our competition

is half a month later than the Asian competition, when the Asian competition is over, our competition should also be in the final, how about you come to be a judge for the final?"

"The final?" Violet was slightly stunned.

The branch president nodded, "That's right, you've been a judge for the Asian competition, so coming back to our J City as a finalist judge would be more convincing and authoritative, so you're perfectly competent and qualified for that."

Hearing Mr. Webb say that, Violet felt that if she didn't say yes, she would be disrespectful so nodded with a smile, "Alright then, I agree."

"Then it's a deal." The branch president couldn't stop smiling when he heard her agree.

Violet nodded, "It's a deal."

"Alright then, I'll contact you when the Asian competition is over." The branch president finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Violet also took the phone off her ear, looked at the screen that had jumped back to the main menu, and couldn't help but laugh before lifting the cover and getting out of bed, going to the bathroom to wash up. After breakfast, she began to pack her bags, ready to head back to J City.

The plane was a 1 p.m. flight, and the bodyguard had bought the ticket for her yesterday.

Just as Violet was packing her bags and was almost done packing, the doorbell of her suite rang.

Violet closed her suitcase and walked over, "Who is it?"

"Violet, it's me." Jessie's voice came from outside the room.

Violet smiled and opened the door, Jessie was standing at the door with a bag of stuff and was smiling at her, "Violet, I know you're going back today, so I came over especially to bring you some stuff." "Stuff?" Violet's gaze fell on the bag Jessie was carrying, "What you're talking about is this?"

"Yeah." Jessie handed her the bag, "This is the beef sauce and seafood sauce my dad made for you overnight last night, don't you like to eat it? So my dad asked me to bring it here so you can take it back and let Mr. Murphy taste it as well."

Violet smiled at that, "Great, Jessie, thank your dad on my behalf."

"Never mind." Jessie waved her hand, "You gave many things so expensive to us, this bit of sauce worth nothing."

"It's different, none of the things I gave were made by my own hands, while these were made by your father, the meaning is different." Violet took the bag and carried it in her hand.

The bag was heavy, so there were many bottles of sauce inside.

She guessed Jessie's father didn't sleep all night last night.

"It's all the same." Jessie shrank her shoulders.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Violet sidled up and let the door open, "Well, Jessie, come in."

Jessie followed her into the room, seeing the suitcase in the room, and spoke, "You've packed your stuff already?"

"Yeah, the flight is at 1pm, so I pack early and leave early, or else there will be traffic on the road." Violet said.

Jessie nodded, "That's true, it's almost New Year's Eve and it's peak time."

"Yeah, so I'd rather set off early." Violet put the sauce in a separate suitcase.¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶I