After reading it, Calvin born it in mind and accessed a mysterious website with his phone, then
connected to the satellite system and locked Linda's location based on her phone number.
As long as Linda's phone was with her, no matter where Linda was, she couldn't escape Calvin's
tracking.
Now Violet was worried about Linda's phone not being with Linda.
Violet clasped her two hands together tightly and looked at Calvin nervously.
Stanley gently took her in his arms, "What happened? Why is Linda suddenly missing?"
It was the middle of a competition, and Linda, being a model, shouldn't be running around, nor would
she be that unaware of the importance.
So there was definitely something going on.
Violet rubbed her cheeks when she heard the man's query, "It's my fault, I went to the bathroom before
the competition and then got locked in the bathroom. Someone tried to make me late for the
competition and get disqualified."
"What?" Stanley's eyes froze.
Was that really happening?
Violet sighed and added, "Then I called Linda and asked her to help me out, and after I got out, I asked
Linda to do a fingerprint identification on the broom that was against the door as well as go to the
surveillance room to check the surveillance to find out who locked me in the bathroom, however Linda
never came back after she left."
"Something may have happened to her." Stanley spoke in a deep voice.
Violet nodded, "I feel the same way."
At first, she thought it was because Linda was still on her way to get an appraisal and didn't get back in
time.
But it was almost time for the walk, and Linda couldn't have kept from checking her phone and calling
her.
So later she understood that Linda might have had an accident.
"Stanley, if something really happens to Linda, I really don't know what to do." Violet grabbed Stanley's
arm, worried.
She wasn't worried about her own race, but Linda's safety.
If Linda had died or been injured, she would have been in a deep state of guilt for the rest of her life.
"It's okay, I will take care of it." Sensing that Violet was in fear, Stanley patted her back gently.
Violet's body was trembling, and her eyes were gradually moistening.
‘Linda, where the hell are you?’
"Found it!" Calvin suddenly spoke up.
Violet immediately pushed Stanley away and turned towards her son.
Stanley watched her movements and raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"Calvin, where is it?" Violet asked.
Calvin handed his phone to Violet and pointed to the small red dot on it, "It's in the security hallway, but
I don't know which floor it's on, and the flat 3D map won't show the floors."
Because floors were overlapping, the 3D map would only be one place no matter how it was displayed.
"So mom, you'll have to send a few more people to each floor to find Linda." Calvin said.
Violet nodded.
Stanley volunteered, "I'll do it, I'm one of the investors of the competition, I can mobilize more people."
"Yes, please Stanley." Violet squeezed her palms and nodded heavily.
Stanley rubbed her hair and took out his phone.
Soon, a few minutes later, Linda had been found in a large trash can on the stairs on that floor of the
surveillance room.
Linda was still unconscious, the back of her head swollen, obviously she was knocked out by someone.
Violet was relieved but furious when she knew that.
She was relieved because Linda had been found and she was alive.
She was furious because Linda was knocked out and thrown in the trash.
The trash cans was only picked up by the cleaner at 8pm every night.
If Calvin hadn't found Linda's location, Linda might not have been found until 8pm.
And at that point, Linda would be dangerous.
"Linda, are you okay?" Linda was sent to the break room. Violet took her hand, her eyes moist as she
asked.
Linda was still dizzy at the moment. She leaned back on the couch for a moment before making a
sound, "Violet?"
"It's me, it's me." Violet nodded, her eyes moistening even more.
"It's really you." Linda made sure she wasn't blurry-eyed and her spirits improved slightly.
Violet nodded again, "It's me."
Linda burst into tears, "It's really you, great, Violet, I'm alive ......"
Hearing that, Violet's heart was filled with self-blame and guilt, and she hugged Linda directly, "I'm
sorry, Linda, I'm sorry."
Stanley's face darkened when he saw the scene of Violet hugging Linda, and his eyes were even more
unconcealed with jealousy.
Although he was upset, he didn't stop them but turned to go out.
Outside the break room, the competition host saw Stanley come out and bowed respectfully to him,
"Mr. Murphy, I'm sorry that such a thing happened in the competition hall, we will definitely investigate it
and give you an explanation."
He really didn't expect that the designer who was almost late today was actually the wife of the
president of the Murphy Group.
His wife's model was viciously knocked out and thrown in the trash can. Clearly, someone didn't want
his wife to continue the competition.
Whoever that person was, he had to find it out. It did not only do harm to Violet, but also it ruined the
reputation of the international competition.
So no matter what, he had to find that person out.
A hostile light flashed in the host's eyes at the thought.
Stanley caught it and nodded in satisfaction, "Good, I expect you to give me a satisfactory result. If not,
I will withdraw my investment and have my woman withdraw from the competition."
The host froze, and in the next second, he nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
He must not let Stanley withdraw his investment. His company held a high position in the international
arena, if he withdrew his investment, other investors would wonder if their organizer had offended him,
and other investors, too, might withdraw their investment.
And having Violet withdraw from the competition was something he didn't want to see; a contestant
withdrawing voluntarily and the organizers making the contestant withdraw were two different concepts.
The latter may be the fault of the contestants, while the former, would make outsiders wonder if the
organizers of the competition were shady, the integrity of the organizers would be questioned, and
status of the competition would be diminished.
So either way, it wasn't what he wanted to see.
"Good." Stanley lifted his chin, "My wife's model has just been found and still needs to be diagnosed by
a doctor, so the catwalks postpon by an hour, can that be done?"
"Sure." The host nodded immediately.
It was just a matter of getting the walk postponed, so naturally he could arrange it.
Stanley nodded, "Go ahead, and get a doctor by the way."
"Okay." The host nodded and left.
Stanley went back to the break room.
Violet happened to be asking how exactly Linda had been knocked out.
Linda held the hot water and replied with some trepidation, "When I went to get the surveillance, there
was no one in the surveillance room, so I planned to go out and look for it, but as soon as I went out, I
felt footsteps behind me and someone was following me. I was ready to have a look, but ......"
"But what?" Violet took Linda’s hand in hers.
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