Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Coupled with the jewelry that mirrored each other, this moment of Linda, as if a goddess who came step by step from the universe, made people unable to move their eyes. Violet looked at the seriousness of the crowd, as well as the seriousness of the judges, and Aimee looked at each other, knowing that this round was a sure thing.

On the other hand, Anna and Lancer on the other side were blushing.

They saw that Linda's walk on stage was almost over, and there was no difference, and their expressions could not help but get anxious.

"Hey, is that whatever powder you're carrying real or fake?" Lancer asked Anna, lowering her voice in displeasure.

Anna wrinkled her nose and replied, "It must be true, I've already used that stuff and it will have an effect within ten minutes at the latest."

"But it's long past ten minutes now, but Linda hasn't done anything different at all." Lancer stomped her foot impatiently.

Violet and the girls weren't late for the show, and now Linda didn't make a fool of herself walking, so they'll definitely get high marks.

Their plan, then, was a complete failure.

Anna deadpanned her lower lip, "How do I know she's not different, reacting to the fact that I've been drugged, in this case, either she's too tolerant or the drug has worn off."

"Hmph, you're practically useless, I should have known better than to do what I wanted to do myself and cut up their gowns and jewelry with scissors." Lancer huffed.

Anna got angry, "Cut up? If you cut up the dress and jewelry in a place like the dressing room, you think Violet and the girls won't immediately think that it was the person in the dressing room who did it? When she checks, do you think we can hide? At least my medicine won't destroy their gowns and jewelry, and they won't think that someone has tampered with their gowns and jewelry, at most they will think that Linda has eaten the wrong thing and is allergic to it, so our method, who is safe in the end!"

"So what if it's safe, it still doesn't do anything at all!" Lancer sneered.

Anna squeezed her palms, "I'm not bothering you."

There was an infighting between the two.

And the scene was all seen by the people in the surveillance room.

The people in the monitoring room had long been greeted by Fraser and had been watching the two of them, in order to keep the two of them from stepping out of the monitoring range, lest it would be bad to make an arrest.

When the curtain comes down on the walk, the competition organizers, on their side, will immediately grab these two men.

Soon the runway was over and all the models came out for the curtain call.

The designers are also going on stage, standing next to their respective models and taking curtain calls together.

And after the curtain call, it's time for the judges to score and decide this quarterfinalist's right to go out.

There are only three finalists for the right to play, and those three, the final candidates for first, second and third place.

So this competition is a most important competition for all the designers.

Because once you get the right to play, it means the third place is secure, even if you don't get the first runner-up in the end, a third place is enough to gain a worldwide glory.

So the designers present, one by one, held their breath for fear that if they breathed too loudly, they wouldn't hear if they won or not.

"Violet, I'm so nervous." Aimee pulled Violet's hand, her palms sweating.

Violet patted the back of her hand, "Don't be nervous, our right to play is secure."

Anna, who was standing next to her, heard this and her eyes narrowed, dropping her eyelids in unsure thought.

Aimee smiled, "You betcha."

She had just seen the looks on the judges' faces, and they were all nodding, so she had guessed that they would advance.

As expected, the host stepped up to the catwalk with the final list of advancement and then began announcing the groups that had advanced.

Violet and Aimee are the third group.

Since the costume and jewelry co-op competition, those previous Group A and B are naturally gone, because there aren't enough people after the elimination to split up groups like that. The second is that it is unnecessary.

So when Violet and Aimee became partners, they drew the numbers of the three groups, and the host read out the promotion list with the numbers of the three groups.

Even though Violet and Aimee had guessed that their group had advanced, when they really heard it, they couldn't help but get up in excitement and hug each other.

In the lounge, Stanley, who was watching the live broadcast, saw the image of the two hugging together, and the corners of his mouth, which had been hooked up, sunk down, he felt he disbliked Aimee for she was hugging Violet.

"Daddy, Mommy has advanced." Calvin clenched his little fist, excitement written all over his childish little face.

Arya couldn't understand it, but she was happy to hear that her Mommy had advanced to the next level.

She had heard her brother say that advancing meant winning.

So Mommy won, and she's happy.

Stanley pursed his thin lips and gave a nod, indicating that he knew.

Calvin looked at him and blinked, "Daddy, aren't you happy that Mommy has advanced?"

"Yes, I'm happy." Stanley looked at Aimee, who was still holding Violet, with displeased eyes.

The corner of Calvin's mouth twitched, "But I don't see it at all."

On the catwalk, the designers who had advanced were cheering with excitement and joy, while those who had not lowered their heads and were lost in frustration.

Anna and Lancer just happened to be on the list of those who didn't advance, and they looked at the other cheering designers, their eyes glowing red with jealousy and a twist written all over their faces. Especially when they saw how happy Aimee and Violet were, they were even more upset.

They risked their future careers to reckon with Violet and Aimee, but in the end, instead of these two being eliminated, they were the ones who were eliminated.

That's ridiculous!

The more she thought about it, the angrier Anna felt, finally she couldn't help herself and took a step forward with her fists clenched and her voice booming, "I'm not convinced!"

At those words, the entire scene fell silent, and everyone, including the viewers around who were watching the broadcast, was looking at her curiously.

Those media at the scene, in particular, were quick to point their cameras at her and take a flurry of clickety-click pictures.

After all, to stand up and question the judges' judging at a time like this, in an occasion like this, is a very big newsworthy story.

"Oh? You're not convinced?" The host looked at Anna, a flash of disgust in her eyes, which was fleeting, before holding the microphone up to her mouth, "So tell me, why are you unconvinced?"

Next to her, Aimee whispered to Violet, "Violet, I've seen people looking for death, but I've never seen someone so eager to die."

Violet chuckled, "Since she's in such a hurry, let her do it."

Originally, she had planned to wait until the audience and the media had dispersed before calling the organizer over to dispose of the two, Anna and Lancer.

But now that Anna had suddenly come forward to question the judges and not give respect to the organizers, then she was sure that the organizer would not give respect to Anna either, so they must be happy to dispose of Anna and Lancer immediately and make those two show their ugly faces in front of the world.

The host's icy attitude says it all.

"What I'm not convinced? Huh, of course I'm not convinced of the judges' judging." Anna puffed up her chest, "I think that none of the judges' judging is fair, there must be shady practices mixed in here." At the sound of the words, the scene erupted.

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The host's face was also changed, and his grip on the microphone was much tighter.0000