Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.
Violet's sharp eyes swept across their faces one by one, "Who first discovered that the clothes were damaged?"
"It's us together." In the crowd, three young girls raised their hands.
Violet walked over, "Then tell me, what time was it in the morning when you came?"
"We can't remember the exact time, but it should be around six o'clock."
"Then when you came in, the clothes were already broken?"
"Yes." The three girls nodded.
Violet lowered her eyelids. After a few seconds of contemplation, she walked past these clothing assistants and to the door to check the lock.
When she saw the door lock was not ruined, her face was as cold as ice.
The clothes were broken before six o'clock in the morning. It could be seen that the criminal came in at midnight last night and had not broken the door lock. Obviously, the staff of the fashion hall participated in this matter.
Thinking about this, Violet looked at these clothing assistants and said solemnly, "All of you stay here. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out of the dressing room, or don't blame me for being rude!"
After speaking, she strode out of the dressing room. While calling the police, she walked to the monitoring room, ready to check the monitoring.
Although she knew that she might not find any clues, she still wanted to give it a try.
Sure enough, just like Violet guessed, there was nothing suspicious about the monitoring.
She watched it twice at three times the speed. From the time she left the fashion hall yesterday to 6 o'clock in the morning, during this period, neither surveillance of the dressing room nor the surveillance of the corridors leading to the dressing room were photographed that someone had entered the dressing room.
This was impossible! No one had been in the dressing room, but the clothes had been scratched. It didn't make sense.
Violet always felt something wrong, but couldn't tell. In desperation, she had to ask the security guard to send a copy of the surveillance to her mobile phone, and then slowly study it later.
The top priority now was the clothes!
Back in the dressing room, there were many more people in the dressing room. They were the models who were about to run the show.
Looking at the damaged clothes, the models complained.
Violet rubbed her temples and was about to clap her hands to calm them down, when a female voice full of malice suddenly came from the door, "Oh, it's so lively here!"
Phoebe!
Violet immediately turned around and saw Phoebe carrying her bag against the door frame. Violet frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"
"I heard that your clothes on the catwalk were torn, of course I came to see your joke." Phoebe said gleefully.
Violet tightened her red lips, "Who did you listen to?"
"This has nothing to do with you. You’d better think about how to deal with it. Tsk-tsk, look at those clothes. Being cut like this, it is so miserable!" Phoebe's gaze fell on the clothes in the dressing room, her eyes full of delightful.
Seeing her so excited and crazy, Violet narrowed her eyes, "It's you, right?"
"What?" Phoebe was startled.
Violet approached her with a certain tone, "You ruined these clothes, right?"
A dim light flashed across Phoebe's eyes, which was fleeting. She laughed, "Why do you say it's me? Is there any evidence?"
"I really don't have evidence, but there are several doubts that point to you." Violet stared at Phoebe closely.
Phoebe looked at her calmly, "Oh? What?"
Violet said expressionlessly, "First of all, you are not a participant in ‘Born of Fire’, but you can know the news that the clothes were damaged so soon. This shows that this matter is related to you. Secondly, you and I have grudges. You target me so many times. So I have a big doubt that it is you."
As if she heard the big joke, Phoebe laughed loudly, "It's not bad. It's a wonderful reasoning. But it's a pity..."
"What a pity?" Violet frowned.
Phoebe wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and laughed, "Unfortunately, it's all wrong, Violet, you're screwed up. I'm waiting for you to be removed from the fashion circle after today!"
After that, she stepped on high heels and walked away.
Violet looked at Phoebe’s back, raised her eyebrows and muttered, "Am I screwed up? How could it be!"
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