One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 189

"Quickly, send her to the infirmary!" President of the Branch quickly ordered Bruce.

If they didn't send her to the infirmary quickly and something happened, Design Association couldn't afford the responsibility!

Bruce realized this, and immediately pushed Phoebe to the door of the conference room.

The door of the conference room was right next to the stage.

When Bruce pushed Phoebe past, Violet suddenly saw Phoebe's trembling eyelashes.

At that moment, Violet immediately understood everything. Phoebe was pretending to faint!

Violet was so angry that she even laughed out. She really underestimated Phoebe's shamelessness.

In order to avoid the explanation of the design ideas, Phoebe actually pretended to faint. It was really disgusting!

After Phoebe was sent to the infirmary, President of the Branch closed the live broadcast room and announced the end of the round.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes. Soon there were only a few people left in the huge conference room.

Mr. Moore was sorting out the four selected design drawings, and Violet walked over.

Mr. Moore smiled at her, "Violet, do you sell your designs?"

"Yes." Violet nodded.

She was short of money.

Even if she was not short of money, she would sell it. Because the clothes of her studio were not very expensive, which couldn't even reach the light luxury. So her studio couldn’t afford this kind of clothes.

"How about selling it to me? You know my favorite is the national style. I have studied it for most of my life. In this respect, I have been considered proficient, so I am currently studying the elements of ethnic minority clothing. I’m short of this kind of design." Mr. Moore picked up Violet's design drawing and said.

Violet smiled, "Of course."

"That's great. I won't let you suffer any loss." Mr. Moore put the design back in, and picked up Phoebe's.

Violet pursed her red lips, "Mr. Moore, do you want to buy Phoebe's design, too?"

"Yes, it just so happens that I'm going to participate in an ethnic minority's sacrifice next month. It is most suitable to make this design into clothes and give it as a gift." Mr. Moore touched his beard and replied.

Violet clenched her fists, "Mr. Moore, with all due respect, you can't buy it. Because this is not Phoebe's design, she copied it from another designer."

"Oh?" The kind smile on Mr. Moore's face suddenly faded. Then he became serious. "What you said is true?"

“Of course it’s true. It’s not the first time that Phoebe has plagiarized. The designers in the circle know more or less about it. She has copied it all the way since the start of the competition. None of the works is her own." Violet nodded and said seriously.

Mr. Moore narrowed his old eyes.

Of course he would not think Violet was lying to him. After all, no one would be kidding with such things.

But at the same time, he still had some doubts, "You said Phoebe plagiarized in the previous rounds. I believe you, but how did she copy in this round? My theme was announced before the competition. Where did she get the theme? You must know that you guys can't use any electronic equipment during the game."

"Then what if Phoebe knew your theme in advance?" Violet looked at him.

Mr. Moore's face changed, and the wrinkles on his face were trembling, "How is it possible? Where did she get from in advance?"

"Hey..." Violet sighed, and said, "It's Suzy."

"What?" Mr. Moore was so shocked