Pennie first froze and then gave a smile, "In that case, Miss Hunt, let's have a showdown in the
international competition."
"Good." Violet nodded her head.
Pennie then took her hand back and entered the hotel before her.
Violet looked at Pennie's back, the smile on her face became expressionless.
For some reason, she always felt as if there was something familiar about this Pennie.
Before she met Pennie, she suspected that Pennie was Phoebe, but now it seemed that she wasn't.
Phoebe was not as tall as Pennie and had a different body shape and personality, so it shouldn't be
Phoebe.
So why did this familiarity come from exactly?
Violet lowered her eyes and thought for a while, never remembering exactly where she had seen
Pennie, and finally put this familiarity down to the fact that she had seen her by chance when she was
abroad before, but didn't put it to heart.
But she must be wary of this Pennie.
She could tell that Pennie had a strange kind of malice towards her, whether it was a grudge or simply
jealousy of her, she had to be careful.
Because such a person was like a lurking viper that might pop up and bite her at some point.
Violet took a deep breath and pushed her guard down in her heart, then lifted her feet and entered the
hotel as well.
The interview was officially underway.
Violet and Pennie sat on the long couch with the host sitting across from them.
This was actually a very simple interview, mainly asking Violet and Pennie about their philosophy on
design and where they were headed in the future.
Pennie's answer was actually similar to Violet's, both of which were to set up their own clothing
counters, as well as high-fashion brands.
The host laughed, "It seems that the two of you are really competitors, I have heard before that both of
you are going to participate in the international competition, Miss Hamilton representing my country and
Miss Hamilton representing P Country."
Representing P Country?
Hearing that, Violet raised her eyebrows.
She had found it strange that how Pennie could possibly qualify for the international competition when
she had already gotten the Quota long ago.
However, she didn't expect that Pennie was actually representing the P Country.
"I can't help it, if I don't accept the invitation from P Country, I might not be able to compete with Miss
Hunt. I've heard of Miss Hunt's fame back when I was abroad and I know that she's a student of Master
Merced, so I've always wanted to compete with Miss Hunt once, but I've never had the chance."
Pennie looked at Violet and smiled meaningfully, "So this time, the invitation from P Country has kind of
made me fulfill my dream."
"So that's how it is." The host nodded and then looked at Violet, "Miss Hunt, do you have anything to
say to Miss Hamilton if she wants to compete with you?"
"There's nothing to say, that is we cheer well." Violet replied politely and officially.
The hosts had seen some bad blood between the two and had expected them to reveal something, but
nothing came out.
"Well then, that's it for today's interview, good luck to both of you in the competition." The host smiled
and stood up.
Violet and Pennie rose together to say thank you.
After that, the host left and only Violet and Pennie were left.
Pennie suddenly remembered something and took out a business card from her bag and handed it to
Violet, "Miss Hunt, this is my studio's business card, come over when you have the chance."
Violet took the business card and first glanced at the name of the studio on the card, then narrowed her
eyes as her gaze settled on the address below the name.
Sure enough, it was the address of Phoebe's studio.
It seemed that Jessie was right, Phoebe's studio was acquired by this Pennie.
"What's on your mind?" Pennie saw that Violet kept staring at the business card, a strange color
flashed in her eyes, but her face smiled as she asked.
Violet collected her thoughts and smiled lightly, "It's nothing, I just think the address of your studio is
somewhat familiar."
"Of course you are familiar with it, because it was your sister's studio. I heard that after your sister
passed away, that studio closed down, I just happened to need a ready-made studio, because I could
save a lot of effort, so I bought it from your sister's mother." Pennie said as she picked up her teacup
and took a sip of tea.
Violet pursed her lips, "So that's how it is, but you have said something wrong. I don't have a sister, I
only have a brother, I hope you won’t make a mistake next time."
"Ok." Pennie nodded her head.
Violet put the business card away, "It's late, Miss Hamilton, I'll leave first then."
"Miss Hunt, take your time." Pennie waved her hand.
Violet nodded and turned out.
After she left, Pennie put down her teacup, and both hands suddenly touched up her knees, a grim and
twisted expression on her face, and the hatred in her eyes was on the verge of turning into a knife.
But soon, Pennie straightened her expression and took her hand away from her knee as if nothing had
happened.
On the other hand, after Violet left the hotel, she drove straight to the kindergarten with no intention of
going back to the office.
An hour later, she got the kindergarten.
Violet got out of the car and leaned against the door waiting for the two kids to come out.
After waiting for about two minutes, suddenly she heard the curses coming from the front.
Violet looked over with some curiosity, only to see a young boy, about the same age as Calvin, being
beaten up by three other young boys surrounding him in the middle.
The three little boys were beating and cursing at the one who was beaten, "Beat him, beat him hard,
his sister is a murderer, he is the brother of a murderer, we must not let him go, beat him!"
"Let me go, let me go, I'm not a murderer, and my sister isn't a murderer." The beaten little boy clutched
his head and cried.
However the three young boys didn't even listen and hit harder.
Other parents around who were picking up their kids ignored it.
This scene caused Violet's brow to furrow fiercely.
All along, she had thought kids were the cutest angels in the world.
But now she realized she was wrong, kids were angels, but there were some kids who were demons.
These three little boys, at such a young age, are so vicious in their attacks, it was really gut-wrenching.
"Stop it!" Violet couldn't look away and stepped forward to stop it.
Kids were ultimately afraid of adults, especially when they saw Violet's stern face, they were even more
afraid and ran away in a hurry.
Violet didn't go after them, but squatted to the little boy, "Are you okay?"
The little boy shrank back and didn't answer.
Violet looked at his bruised nose, feeling distressed.
This child was the same age as Calvin and Arya, and should have been a carefree age, but had
already been subjected to terrible school violence that made her heart, as a mother, ache.
"Can you get up?" Violet looked at him and her voice became even softer.
As if her gentleness had infected the little boy, his cheeks flushed slightly and he nodded, his voice soft
and small as he said, "Yes."
"Okay then, get up by yourself." Violet stood up and then just watched the little boy get up from the
ground by himself.
It wasn't that she was hard-hearted and wouldn't pull him up, but she wanted him to be strong himself.
The little boy stood up and thanked Violet politely and nicely, "Thank you for helping me chase them
away."
"No thanks." Violet saw that his face was dirty, so she took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to
him.
He took a step back and looked at the clean tissue and then at his dirty little hands, refusing to take it.
Because he felt so dirty that he didn't deserve something so clean.
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