Violet looked down at the key in her palm, hesitated for a few seconds, and squeezed it tightly, "I see.
Thank you, Mr. Murphy. I can accept the car, but I will return it to you the money which is exceeded my
car’s, goodbye!"
When she finished speaking, before Stanley could answer, Violet pressed down the Mercedes-Benz
car key, opened the door, carried the two children into the car, and drove away.
Fraser came to Stanley's side and watched the red car leave, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is still alienating you.
She even wanted to pay you money. Didn't you confess to her your feelings last night?"
Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Not in hurry. It's not too late to wait until she gets used to my existence.
Let's go to the company."
"Yes." Fraser nodded in response.
After Violet drove Arya to the kindergarten, she took Calvin to the hospital and let Jessie take care of
him. She herself went to Design Association to participate in today's competition.
As soon as she entered the conference room, Violet felt the tension in the atmosphere.
Except for Phoebe, the six designers were all on pins and needles, with undisguised concerns on their
faces.
"What's the matter?" Violet walked over and asked a designer casually.
The designer looked at her, "Don't you know?"
"Know what?" Violet blinked suspiciously.
The designer leaned to her ear, lowered her voice and replied, "We just heard that it is Mr. Moore who
set the theme."
"And then?" Violet turned to look at the designer.
She didn't understand why they were so anxious.
"And then? Of course we’re so afraid. Who doesn't know that Mr. Moore always sets tricky theme!" The
designer lay on the table painfully, "He never directly announces the theme, but says a famous saying,
letting us guess the theme from the famous saying. It’s hard."
"It's a bit." Violet nodded in favor.
She had heard from her teacher before that Mr. Moore did have such a habit of setting a theme.
That was because Mr. Moore learned history before entering the design circle.
"By the way, don't you worry that you can't guess it?" Seeing Violet's calm face, the designer couldn't
help being curious.
Violet smiled, "What's the use of worrying about it? Just take its nature. Besides, Mr. Moore is best at
designing the national style. The questions must be related to the national style. You only need to
understand from the scope of the national style. You can guess what the theme is."
Hearing this, the designer's eyes lit up suddenly, "Yes, why didn't I expect it? Thank you so much,
Violet."
Violet shook her head, saying no thanks.
Then, she raised her wrist to check the time. There were nearly ten minutes before the competition
started.
At this moment, Phoebe, who was not far away, suddenly walked out of the conference room in her
wheelchair, still holding a mobile phone in her hand. She didn’t dare to look at others. Obviously, she
was going to do some dirty things.
Seeing it, Violet’s eyes flickered. Then she got up and followed out.
After going out, she saw Phoebe go to the safe stairwell. She pursed her red lips pursed, then she bent
down and took off the high heels on her feet, and followed Phoebe.
After arriving the door of the safe staircase, Violet heard Phoebe's voice coming from inside, "The
competition is about to start. I will confirm with you again. It’s really that theme from your Grandpa's
famous saying?"
Grandpa?
Hearing the word, Violet suddenly narrowed her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the person who contacted Phoebe was actually Suzy!
It seemed that Phoebe had previously inquired about the person who set the theme was Mr. Moore this
time, and then contacted Suzy and asked Suzy to help her inquire about the theme!
"Okay, I know. Don't worry, I will help you put Violet firmly in second place." Phoebe's voice sounded
again.
Hearing her own name, and based on Phoebe's words, Violet already guessed what Suzy had said to
Phoebe.
Suzy asked Phoebe to suppress her in the competition.
It seemed that Suzy really hated her guts!
Violet smiled helplessly, turned around and quietly returned to the conference room.
After two minutes, Phoebe also returned in a wheelchair.
Seeing Phoebe’s confident face, Violet’s eyes became cold.
Phoebe noticed it, turned to look over, and raised her chin provocatively towards Violet.
"Humph..." Violet felt so ridiculous.
She really didn't know what qualifications a person, who had no real ability and won by means, had to
provoke others.
Violet ignored Phoebe and prepared the design notebook and pencil in order to draw the design in a
while.
Soon, the competition began. Mr. Moore held a cane, led by Bruce, and came to the stage. Then he
took the microphone and said his own famous saying.
It was a proverb that Violet had never heard before. From the tone and meaning of this proverb, it
seemed to be a proverb of ethnic minorities.
Could it be that the theme was the costume element of ethnic minorities?
Thinking about it, Violet groaned for a while and looked at Mr. Moore on the stage.
Mr. Moore was sitting in a chair, looking at the audience with a smile on his face. Seeing the designers
looked so anxious when hearing his question, he held the microphones and said with a smile, "You
guys must think that it’s difficult to guess the theme from my proverbs right?"
Everyone nodded.
There were even some people who directly ask Mr. Moore to announce the theme and not embarrass
them anymore.
Mr. Moore was unmoved. He cleared throat slightly, and said, "I admit that this theme is not easy to
guess by just guessing, so I have already told you the answer. It is on me. As long as you pay close
attention, you will see it."
After speaking, Mr. Moore put down the microphone, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.
Everyone hurriedly looked at him, trying to find the answer he said.
Violet was no exception. She squinted her eyes and observed carefully. Finally, she found a totem mark
of a minority group at the collar of Mr. Moore's jacket.
Seeing this, Violet smiled, "Sure enough!"
She guessed right. The theme was ethnic minority costume elements!
Although there were many ethnic minorities, their clothing had one thing in common, which was
embroidery.
Violet had inspiration in her mind for an instant. She already knew how to design. Then she picked up
the pencil, lowered her head and began to draw on the design notebook.
Today's competition was not as complicated as yesterday. There was no need to make clothes or
model shows. She just needed to draw the design drawings and then handed them to Mr. Moore.
Mr. Moore thought whoever was best would advance.
While other designers were still struggling with the theme, Phoebe had already drawn up the design.
She turned her head and looked at Violet not far away.
Seeing Violet seriously drawing, she squeezed the pencil in her hand tightly. Her face was distorted.
She didn't expect that Violet understood the theme so quickly, and was already drawing pictures.
But so what?
"I don't believe in your design can win the one in my hand?" Phoebe smiled triumphantly at the
beautiful design in her hand.
The time passed. Two hours later, time was up.
Violet handed in the design drawings. Mr. Moore was reading them one by one.
During the period, his face did not change at all. The designers in the audience couldn't tell whether
their designs were recognized.
Until Mr. Moore put four design drawings on the screen, the designers in the audience knew whether
they were promoted or eliminated.
Violet was relieved and smiled as she watched her work appear on the screen.
But when she saw another design drawing on the screen, she frowned.
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