"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
Violet gritted her teeth and told Mr. Moore what she heard in the safe stairwell at the time.
After hearing it, Mr. Moore tightly held the dragon head on the crutch. His face was gloomy and
terrifying. He was obviously very angry.
He remembered that Suzy had indeed asked him about the competition two days ago. He didn't think
much about it, so he told her.
Unexpectedly, she deliberately set him up, so as to tell Phoebe and suppress Violet. His good
granddaughter!
"Mr. Moore, please calm down first. Don't get angry." Seeing Mr. Moore's angry look, Violet gently
stroked his chest twice.
It was no wonder that Mr. Moore was so angry. His granddaughter actually did such things. Suzy didn’t
know that her purpose of suppressing others was achieved, but she threw her grandfather’s reputation
on the ground for others to step on.
Phoebe’s plagiarism couldn’t be concealed forever. There would always be a day when it would be
exposed. The matter of Suzy leaking the theme to Phoebe in advance would also be found out. Then
what would others think of Mr. Moore? They would think it was Mr. Moore who deliberately told his
granddaughter to let the granddaughter suppress others?
"I'm okay." Mr. Moore took a deep breath, suppressed the anger, and smiled reluctantly, but the smile
was full of sadness.
"Violet, you deliberately told me this to protect my reputation?" Mr. Moore looked into Violet's eyes.
Violet said, "Yes, in the last round of the competition, Phoebe copied the work of my teacher’s teacher.
I can’t let Phoebe go. I plan to wait for the finals to expose Phoebe. Once exposed, your reputation will
be ruined by Suzy and Phoebe. I don’t want to see that."
So she told Mr. Moore, just to make Mr. Moore distance Suzy from this incident and erased the traces
of Suzy's contact with Phoebe.
In this way, she exposed Phoebe’s plagiarism. Even if Phoebe wanted to get Suzy involved, others
would not believe it without evidence of her contact with Suzy. They would only think that Phoebe
herself had seen Mr. Moore’s theme, and wickedly wanted to blame Mr. Moore's granddaughter and to
ruin Mr. Moore's reputation.
Mr. Moore was shrewd. He naturally knew that Violet was helping him. He patted the back of her hand
gratefully, "Violet, thank you. I remember your favor. If you have any difficulties, please come to me at
any time. I’ll try my best to help you. As for Suzy, I will go back and teach her a lesson."
After speaking, Mr. Moore walked out of the conference room with his cane.
After he left, Violet didn't stay here any longer. After checking the time, she also left.
But before leaving, she went to the infirmary to see if Phoebe continued to pretend to be sick.
However, when she arrived in the infirmary, the doctor told her that Phoebe had been picked up by
Talia.
In the evening, Violet took the two children back to the apartment. As soon as she took off her shoes,
she received a payment for her mobile phone. It was from Mr. Moore. The copyright fee for the design
was two million dollars, which was at least half more than she expected.
Because ethnic minority clothing only occupied a small part of the domestic market. It had no
commercial value at all internationally. No matter how well designed, it could sell for one million at
most.
But Mr. Moore gave her two million. It should be that he thanked to her for telling the truth during the
day.
Thinking about it, Violet smiled and put away the phone, "Calvin, look after your sister. Mommy has to
go take a bath first."
"Okay." Calvin nodded repeatedly.
Violet rubbed the heads of the two children, put down the bag, went to the room to get pajamas and
then took a bath.
The two children were sitting on the carpet in the living room and playing with blocks.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Calvin first glanced at the direction of the bathroom, "Mommy, someone is coming."
There was no response in the bathroom, only the sound of water.
Calvin guessed that Violet hadn't heard it, so he got up and walked towards the door.
The doorbell was still ringing. Calvin turned the monitoring. Seeing that the person outside the door
was Stanley, his eyes lit up and then he opened the door.
"Uncle Murphy." Calvin raised his head and cried out to the man in sweet voice.
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