Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Violet was impressed with her because she was a capable designer and good at using elements of her own country's clothing, and in time, she could definitely become the first world class designer over in South Africa.

Yet such a talented young designer can't resist the darkness within and did such underhanded acts.

Violet shook her head and sighed with some regret.

Aimee asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just sorry that in the future, there will be one less new star in the clothing design world." Violet said as she looked at Julian.

Even though Julian has talent and strength, she chooses to make these dirty moves.

That would doom her to this life.

Aimee bristled, "Nothing to regret, that's the path she chose for herself, and since she chose it, she has to suffer the consequences of that."

"You are right." Violet nodded with a smile her head.

Aimee asked again, "By the way, Violet, what are going to do with her?"

Violet was just about to speak, but the host's voice rang out, "Alright, since everyone's designs have been handed in, let's disband, I look forward to seeing everyone's finished products in a week's time." With that, the host went out.

The designers in the room stood up and prepared to leave as well.

Julian, in particular, got up the quickest, and almost the moment she stood up, she ran towards the door, trying to get away from the place quickly.

Just now, Violet and Aimee were looking at her several times, and their eyes were still very cold, so she understood that they already knew that she had poured the water.

So she absolutely cannot stay here or who knows what will happen.

Julian was the first to run for the door to the conference room.

Aimee stomped her foot, "Violet, she's trying to run!"

Violet narrowed her eyes, "Don't worry, she can't get away."

Julian wasn't like Ivan or Ivy who had the power to hide until they couldn't be found.

She was sure it wouldn't be long before Julian was caught once she ran out the door of the competition avenue.

Aimee looked at Violet's calm look, she became relaxed, "Okay, then let her run, it's quite fun though."

Violet smiled and didn't answer.

Then the two saw Julian, who had originally run out, suddenly step back from the doorway with a face full of panic, and more than that, the designers who had originally followed Julian to go out, also followed and backed up.

"What's going on?" Aimee straightened her back, her entire face full of confusion.

Violet shook her head, stating that she didn't know what was wrong.

Soon, though, it became clear to the two men what was going on.

It turned out that Julian had run out of the conference room door and was happy that she could finally leave until she saw several tall bodyguards with imposing, icy expressions walking towards her. And there was an oriental man at the front of those bodyguards, the man's aura was strong, and the sense of oppression that pervaded around him was so strong that it almost took her breath away.

The man she knew was Violet's husband.

At that moment, Julian understood, Violet had sued, so Violet's husband brought people over.

And as a result, Julian knew she couldn't run away and could only retreat back into the conference room with one fearful step.

"Violet, it's Mr. Murphy." Aimee looked at Ivan and a few bodyguards who walked in and excitedly held Violet's hand, "It must be that Mr. Murphy found out that it was Julian, so he brought someone here specially."

Violet's hand hurt from her grip, but looking at her so happy, she did not mind that.

Over there, Stanley's bodyguards held the doorway so that not a single fly could get out before Stanley looked towards Violet.

Violet walked over, "For Julian?"

Stanley nodded, "Not just her, but also for the sake of others who have motives."

With that, he swept a stern gaze at all the designers present.

Some of these designers came into contact with his cold and harsh gaze and subconsciously put their heads down, while some of them said it was nothing and remained open to it.

Stanley memorized all these designers who lowered their heads and decided to check them out.

He was sure there was something wrong with these people, or why else would they be weak-minded?

Even if they haven't done anything yet, their behavior meant they had bad intension.

"Mr. Murphy, what's going on? Who has offended Mrs. Murphy again?" At this moment, the host heard the wind and rushed over from his office in a hurry.

When he came over and saw such a big scene, he instantly understood that there must be another unscrupulous person who had offended Violet.

Now who in the circle does not know that the king of the only luxury country in the East loves his wife very much and cannot see her suffer a bit? Whenever his wife was wronged, that king would be furious against the man who had wronged her.

While such a statement is somewhat exaggerated, it is indeed true.

That's why the host didn't dare to be slack, not to mention, Stanley was the sponsor.

Aimee smiled and nudged Violet, "Violet, did you hear that? The host just said who offended Mrs. Murphy again, it seems he's all experienced now, as long as Mr. Murphy appears here, it's someone who has offended you."

Violet rolled her eyes, "Go and listen to what Stanley has to say."

Aimee nodded her head repeatedly and shut her mouth.

Stanley swept his gaze over the crowd, finally settling on Julian, whose body was shivering slightly.

The host followed and looked over, instantly understanding, and asked, "Mr. Murphy, is that her?"

"This morning, my wife and her partner came here to hand in their designs, and when they were at the entrance of the competition avenue, two pots of ice water were thrown on them, and that person's purpose was to ruin their designs, so that they couldn't hand them in and thus be eliminated." Stanley lightly opened his thin lips and said in a cold voice.

The host's face fell serious, "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course, that's why Violet and I showed up at the last minute." Aimee spoke up.

The host looked at Julian, who was getting paler and paler, "Mr. Murphy, did she do that?"

"That's right, although there was no surveillance in that office she was in, there was hidden surveillance in the corridor, and I saw from the surveillance that she filled two tubs of ice water in with two tubs of the same color, and now I've found those two tubs, and after identification, they have her fingerprints on them." Stanley said coldly.

The surveillance and fingerprints add up to enough to convict Julian.

Julian sat on her butt, her mouth opening as if she wanted to say something, but she was withdrawn and usually silent, so even if the words came to her mouth at this moment, they couldn't come out. Especially since the way the crowd was looking at her made her even more unable to make a sound with the tension and humiliation inside her.

"I know, Mr. Murphy, I will handle her properly and won't let you down." The host said as he looked coldly at Julian on the ground.

Stanley nodded, "Fine, I'll leave her to you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Murphy." The host pushed his glasses.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Stanley looked at the other designers and plucked up the volume, "You all saw what happened to Julian, I hope you will take this as a warning, don't do the same thing just because of that nasty inside you. Otherwise, not only will your career be ruined, the country behind you will also be disgraced because of you."

After a pause, he added, "I want you to remember my words well, and if I ever catch anyone dealing with my wife again, or dealing with another designer to get the title, then don't blame me for ordering a shutdown!"

When he finished, he swept a deep-eyed look at the black designer, James.

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