Pennie didn't know that she had been targeted by Stanley, and was holding her pencil, anxiously
waiting for the person to send over the design.
After waiting for about twenty minutes or so, Pennie saw a holographic projection on her glasses, on
which was none other than a piece of design drawing.
When she saw the design, Pennie was first amazed, and then she smiled.
With this design, she could definitely get into Group A, even if her cutting and making skills were bad,
this design alone would already make her be able to make up for it.
Pennie hurriedly copied down the design on the holographic projection, and then went to choose the
fabric.
By the time she returned from her selection, Violet's dress had already produced a rough outline.
Pennie glanced at it as she passed by, with an undisguised gloominess on her face.
Although Violet's dress was not yet finished, the silhouette already showed the novelty of the design.
The final product would come out amazing.
"Miss Hamilton, what can I do for you?" When Violet saw Pennie staring at her clothes, she couldn't
help but narrow her eyes.
Pennie's, clutching the fabric, gave a smile on her face as she answered, "No, your design is really
good, Miss Hunt."
"Thanks, yours too." Violet's eyes fell on the fabric she was holding.
Pennie chose a fluorescent cloth, which had the smallest range of use.
This kind of fabric looked good, but if the design was not good, the clothes would be rustic and ugly,
and the model would go from a fashionable girl to a country village girl when she wore it.
So few designers used fluorescent cloths in the competition.
Pennie chose fluorescent cloths, so she was confident in her design.
"Thank you for your compliment, well, Miss Hunt, I won't take up your time, and I have to start making
the clothes." Pennie finished speaking and walked away with a slight nod.
Violet watched her back and then withdrew her gaze and continued making clothes.
Two hours later, the dress came into shape.
After getting permission, Violet carried the clothes to the backstage where the models were and was
ready to do Linda’s makeup.
However, Linda was not there.
"Where is she?" Violet muttered in confusion before asking a model, "Hello, may I ask if you've seen
my model?"
This model knew Violet and knew who Violet's model was.
After all, Linda had been a big hit during this time, getting a lot of fashionable people like her, and her
future success was already predetermined.
So many models had come forward to befriend Linda.
Now when this model heard Violet's inquiry, she immediately replied, "Three hours ago, she answered
a phone call and went out, and she hasn't come back yet."
Three hours ago?
Violet pursed her lips.
Wasn't that when she was locked in the bathroom and called Linda to come rescue her?
So Linda hadn't been back since then?
Was it possible that she hadn't returned from her trip to get her fingerprints identified?
Violet put her clothes down and took out her phone to dial Linda's number.
The phone went through, but there was no answer.
Violet's heart sank to the bottom, wondering if Linda hadn't heard the phone, or if the phone wasn't with
her, or if something had happened.
Either way wasn't good for the current situation.
"Three fifty." Violet looked at her watch, there was still an hour before the runway show would start, and
she didn't know if Linda could make it back within that hour.
Violet rubbed her hair with some annoyance and sat down in her chair to wait.
She planned to wait for Linda, in case she was already on her way back.
However, after waiting for about half an hour, the other designers had come over one after another with
their clothes in their arms and dressed the models, while Linda hadn't returned yet.
Violet couldn't help but get anxious, not wanting to wait any longer, so she stood up.
Just as she was about to go out and look for Linda, Pennie's puzzled voice rang out behind her, "Miss
Hunt, where's your model?"
Violet stopped in her tracks and looked at Pennie.
Pennie blinked, "Didn't you finish making your dress long ago? Why are you still here? Is Linda
missing?"
With that, she looked around.
Violet pursed her red lips and nodded, "So I'm going to look for her."
"Look for her?" Pennie was surprised, "So Miss Hunt, you don't know where your model has gone?"
"Sort of." Violet answered indifferently, clutching her clothes and exiting the dressing room.
She wouldn't dare leave something as important as her clothes in there.
In case someone ruined it, her effort would be in vain.
Watching Violet's departing figure, Pennie rubbed her chin, seemingly thinking about something.
After a couple of seconds, she took out her phone and made a call, "Linda hasn't come back by now,
did you do something?"
"Yes, when I went to the surveillance room to help you destroy the surveillance, I bumped into Linda,
she came to get the surveillance too, so I knocked her out. I don't know if she's awake now." On the
other end of the phone, the woman spoke hoarsely.
The corners of Pennie's mouth hooked up, "Not yet probably. You did a good job, as long as Violet can't
find Linda, she will be disqualified for this competition."
She had thought that by making Violet late, she would be able to get Violet disqualified from the
competition, but she didn't expect that Violet would actually come back in the end with an auspicious
return.
But now Violet's model had been knocked out, and t she would not necessarily be able to come back in
time, in that case, she could achieve her goal.
Pennie hung up the phone contentedly and returned to Luna's dressing room to do Luna's makeup.
Perhaps because she was convinced that Violet would be disqualified, she was in a good mood, and
even looked at Luna pleasedly.
Violet walked out of the large dressing room and continued to call Linda while walking towards the
break room where Stanley was.
Linda's phone was still unanswered, and Violet was almost certain that something might have
happened to her, so she was anxious.
"Calvin." Violet knocked on the break room’s door.
The door soon opened and Stanley's tall figure appeared in the doorway. Seeing her, his eyebrows
raised slightly, "Why do you come over? Aren't you in a competition?"
"I have no time to explain, where's Calvin?" Violet asked.
Stanley sidled, "He is inside."
Violet entered the room.
Stanley's eyes narrowed as he watched her anxious look.
Was something wrong?
With this in mind, Stanley closed the break room’s door and followed her.
"Calvin." Violet called out as she walked into the break room.
Calvin was playing rock-paper-scissors with Ayra when he saw her coming, his eyes lit up, "Mom."
"Mom, you're back, can we go home now?" Ayra climbed straight off the couch and ran towards Violet,
hugging Violet's legs and raising her head happily as she asked.
Violet rubbed the little girl's hair, "Good girl, I have not finished the competition yet, I can't go home
yet."
"Ok." Ayra lowered her head in disappointment.
Violet patted her shoulder, "Baby, go play, I have something to talk to brother."
"Okay." Ayra obediently moved out of the way.
Calvin looked at Violet and asked, "Mom, what do you want to say?"
"Do me a favor." Violet said.
Stanley walked over, "What's the favor?"
"Linda is missing, so I want Calvin to check where Linda is currently, here is Linda's phone number."
After saying that, Violet handed the phone number to Calvin.
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