Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 48

Violet stopped at Stanley's desk, "Mr. Murphy, in order to prevent other designers from misusing the cloth of ‘Born of Fire’, I want to apply for a warehouse separately. Besides, only I can have the warehouse key."

In addition, she did this for another reason, which was Phoebe.

Based on what she knew about Phoebe, Phoebe couldn't just watch the cloth sent over and do nothing. If Phoebe did nothing, how could she drive Violet out of the Murphy Group. So Violet had to take precautions, otherwise she couldn't afford the consequence.

"Okay." Stanley agreed without hesitation. Then he looked away and said, "In the future, you don't have to come to me for such trivial matters. Go directly to Fraser. He will handle it!"

Hearing the indifference in his tone, Violet was shocked, then nodded, "Yes, Mr. Murphy."

"Go ahead with your work. I'll let someone give you the key in a while." Stanley waved his hand and said.

Violet gave him a confused look, then turned around obediently and went out.

She felt he seemed to be colder towards her?

Did she do something which offended him?

Violet tilted her head. She couldn’t figure out, so she didn't think much about it. She closed the door of Stanley's office and returned to the design department. As soon as she sat down, her phone rang.

"Violet, congratulations! You won the first place in J City of Golden Feather Award!" Jessie congratulated Violet happily.

Violet was confused, "Jessie, what are you talking about? What is the first place?"

"Play dumb with me?"

Violet was speechless, "I really don’t know!"

Jessie seemed to understand something, and swallowed, "Violet, do you fail to participate in Golden Feather Award?"

Violet said, "No."

Violet knew that Golden Feather Award was one of the most authoritative fashion design competitions at domestic.

She wanted to participate at the beginning, but because of too many things after returning, she was busy and missed the registration time.

"This is not right!" Jessie frowned, "Since you didn't participate in it, who is the Miss Hunt who won the first place?"

"Miss Hunt?" Violet narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Yes." Jessie nodded, "I just saw that the design drawing of the first place was drawn by you before, and it was signed by Miss Hunt. So I thought it was you who participated in the competition, but I did not expect that you didn’t participate in it at all. Violet, would someone steal your design and pretend to be you to participate?"

Hearing this, Violet's face sank. Her red lips pursed to a straight line, "I probably know what's going on. Maybe you're right. Perhaps someone has stolen my design, but she didn’t pretend to be me. Besides me, there is indeed the other Miss Hunt."

How clever Jessie was! She guessed who Violet was referring to, "Violet, you mean, your half-sister?"

"Yeah, it should be her, but I have to go to the official website to check."

With that, Violet put down the phone and clicked on the official website of Golden Feather Award. When she saw the work of the first place, her hand which held the mouse suddenly tightened.

It really was her design!

Phoebe copied it intact!

"Violet, how about it? Have you confirmed it?" Jessie couldn't wait to ask on the phone.

Violet then turned to look at the designer's signature in the lower right corner of the design drawing. Seeing the unique watermark of Phoebe, an anger crossed Violet’s eyes. Then she picked up the phone again and put it back to her ear. Her voice was as cold as ice. "Confirmed. It's her!"

She had always known that Phoebe liked to plagiarize, but she never thought that one day she would be plagiarized by Phoebe. The works Phoebe copied were the assignments to Violet by Violet’s teacher a year ago. The theme was autumn.

She designed about 20 pieces of works. Her teacher only took a fancy to eight of them. The rest was rated as rubbish by her teacher. Her teacher let her throw them away. But Violet didn’t want to threw them, so she registered a personal account in a social network site and uploaded them to keep them as souvenirs.