Violet stepped forward, bending over to look at the computer screen.
On the screen, the content of the email read, “Violet, when I return to H Country, do you dare to compare with me who is the most promising designer in H Country?”
The so-called most promising designer was what people in the fashion industry called Violet.
Because of ‘Born of Fire’ and Shining Sun, coupled with the wonderful performance in the competition for places, Violet all proved her design talent to the industry.
Therefore, in H Country, many older generation designers had privately recognized that she was the most promising designer in H Country, and it was very likely that she would surpass Mr. Moore and become the second top clothing designer in H Country.
"Violet, how arrogant this person is! She still wants to compete with you for the fame." Jessie curled her lips in disdain.
Violet didn't react much, after all, she didn't care much about this fame.
The so-called most promising designer was not such important. The most important was that she could become a top designer like Mr. Moore.
In other words, she didn't care if this fame was taken away. But she didn't like others to provoke her like this.
"This person's name is Tiffany. I haven't heard of this person abroad." Violet muttered while looking at the signature of the email.
Jessie rolled her eyes, "I haven't heard of her, either. So I checked in the morning. This Tiffany appeared suddenly in abroad last month. She is also a person from our country. Her real name is Pennie Hamilton. With her high fashion sense, she has made some small achievements."
"Pennie Hamilton?" Violet frowned when she heard this name. Talia and Phoebe popped into her mind.
"Yeah." Jessie nodded.
Violet squinted.
"What’s wrong?" Jessie asked, "What did you ask this for? Is it possible that you know someone named Pennie Hamilton?"
Violet slowly shook her head, "No, but I know Phoebe."
Jessie was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately reacted. Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Violet, do you doubt that this person is Phoebe? Otherwise, why did you ask me it?"
Violet nodded and admitted, "Yes, didn't you find that Pennie Hamilton's name has exactly Talia's first name?"
"Yeah." Jessie gasped, "I didn't notice it at first, but we have already determined that Phoebe really jumped off the building and died."
Violet pondered for a moment, "Are there any photos of her?"
"No." Jessie shrugged, "Because she has not yet made her work on the show, there is no picture of her on the Internet, but her work is on the cover of Venus Magazine."
While she was talking, she searched the last issue of Venus Magazine.
Soon, the magazine jumped out. The gorgeous dress design on the cover appeared in front of the two of them, and in the lower right corner was the signature of Tiffany.
"Violet, see, this dress is designed so well. I heard that it was bought by a lady of a rich family. She was going to make it to the clothes and was going to wear it to participate in the banquet. So it should not be Phoebe. She sucked. How come she can design such an excellent work?" Jessie said. Her tone was all demeaning to Phoebe.
Violet didn't answer, but kept staring at the design on the cover.
She had to say that this dress was indeed very beautiful, which made her so surprised. The line was also very smooth. The style was also very advanced, and it had reached a high level. Phoebe really couldn't draw it.
It seemed that she really thought too much. Phoebe was already dead. It was just that this name was too misleading her.
Thinking of this, Violet dissipated her doubts.
But then, the next question came again.
"It's weird. I don't even know her. Why did she want to challenge me?" Violet bit her lips and whispered.
Jessie closed the magazine interface, "I probably thought about this. It should be that she will return to H Country to develop. With her talent and the evaluation of foreign fashion media, she could quickly get a place, but unexpectedly, there is still you in the country."
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