Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.
Violet's sharp eyes swept across their faces one by one, "Who first discovered that the clothes were
damaged?"
"It's us together." In the crowd, three young girls raised their hands.
Violet walked over, "Then tell me, what time was it in the morning when you came?"
"We can't remember the exact time, but it should be around six o'clock."
"Then when you came in, the clothes were already broken?"
"Yes." The three girls nodded.
Violet lowered her eyelids. After a few seconds of contemplation, she walked past these clothing
assistants and to the door to check the lock.
When she saw the door lock was not ruined, her face was as cold as ice.
The clothes were broken before six o'clock in the morning. It could be seen that the criminal came in at
midnight last night and had not broken the door lock. Obviously, the staff of the fashion hall participated
in this matter.
Thinking about this, Violet looked at these clothing assistants and said solemnly, "All of you stay here.
Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out of the dressing room, or don't blame me for
being rude!"
After speaking, she strode out of the dressing room. While calling the police, she walked to the
monitoring room, ready to check the monitoring.
Although she knew that she might not find any clues, she still wanted to give it a try.
Sure enough, just like Violet guessed, there was nothing suspicious about the monitoring.
She watched it twice at three times the speed. From the time she left the fashion hall yesterday to 6
o'clock in the morning, during this period, neither surveillance of the dressing room nor the surveillance
of the corridors leading to the dressing room were photographed that someone had entered the
dressing room.
This was impossible! No one had been in the dressing room, but the clothes had been scratched. It
didn't make sense.
Violet always felt something wrong, but couldn't tell. In desperation, she had to ask the security guard
to send a copy of the surveillance to her mobile phone, and then slowly study it later.
The top priority now was the clothes!
Back in the dressing room, there were many more people in the dressing room. They were the models
who were about to run the show.
Looking at the damaged clothes, the models complained.
Violet rubbed her temples and was about to clap her hands to calm them down, when a female voice
full of malice suddenly came from the door, "Oh, it's so lively here!"
Phoebe!
Violet immediately turned around and saw Phoebe carrying her bag against the door frame. Violet
frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"
"I heard that your clothes on the catwalk were torn, of course I came to see your joke." Phoebe said
gleefully.
Violet tightened her red lips, "Who did you listen to?"
"This has nothing to do with you. You’d better think about how to deal with it. Tsk-tsk, look at those
clothes. Being cut like this, it is so miserable!" Phoebe's gaze fell on the clothes in the dressing room,
her eyes full of delightful.
Seeing her so excited and crazy, Violet narrowed her eyes, "It's you, right?"
"What?" Phoebe was startled.
Violet approached her with a certain tone, "You ruined these clothes, right?"
A dim light flashed across Phoebe's eyes, which was fleeting. She laughed, "Why do you say it's me?
Is there any evidence?"
"I really don't have evidence, but there are several doubts that point to you." Violet stared at Phoebe
closely.
Phoebe looked at her calmly, "Oh? What?"
Violet said expressionlessly, "First of all, you are not a participant in ‘Born of Fire’, but you can know the
news that the clothes were damaged so soon. This shows that this matter is related to you. Secondly,
you and I have grudges. You target me so many times. So I have a big doubt that it is you."
As if she heard the big joke, Phoebe laughed loudly, "It's not bad. It's a wonderful reasoning. But it's a
pity..."
"What a pity?" Violet frowned.
Phoebe wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and laughed, "Unfortunately, it's all wrong, Violet,
you're screwed up. I'm waiting for you to be removed from the fashion circle after today!"
After that, she stepped on high heels and walked away.
Violet looked at Phoebe’s back, raised her eyebrows and muttered, "Am I screwed up? How could it
be!"
Retracting her gaze, Violet took out her mobile phone from her bag, dialed phone number and went
out, "Hey, Jessie, can you deliver the thing I gave you last time to the fashion hall?"
"Sure, but what happened?" Jessie asked.
Violet rubbed her temples, "You'll know when you come. Hurry up! I'll wait for you outside the gate of
the fashion hall."
"Okay!" Jessie nodded.
After hanging up the phone, Violet found a few strong and sturdy staff members and went to wait
outside the gate of the fashion hall together.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Jessie arrived with a small truck.
Violet asked the staffs to unload the boxes in the truck one by one, while she stood by, counted and
directed, "Be careful. Don't get them knocked. After I finish the count, move them to the dressing room.
Jessie, you will also follow them. Help me guard them. Don't let anyone open these boxes. If anyone
doesn't listen to you, just drive him out."
"Okay!" Jessie answered.
After Jessie left, a black phantom stopped in front of Violet. The rear window of the car rolled down,
revealing Stanley's handsome face.
He looked at Violet, who was bending over and walking around the boxes, frowned, "What are you
doing?"
"Mr. Murphy." Violet stood up straight and looked over when she heard his voice.
Stanley said, "What are these?"
"It's clothes." Violet closed the notebook in her hand and replied.
Stanley raised his eyebrows, "Clothes?"
Violet nodded, "Well, Mr. Murphy, I won't tell you anymore. The big show is about to begin. I have to
hurry up to prepare. Goodbye!"
After speaking, she asked the staffs to lift the remaining boxes and left.
Stanley looked at her hurried figure. His eyes narrowed, "Go and check to see if something has
happened."
"Okay." Fraser in the driver's seat responded.
Ten minutes later, Fraser came to Stanley's lounge with a nasty expression on his face, "Mr. Murphy,
Something really happened. The clothes on the catwalk were torn."
"What?" Stanley's face sank, "Who did it?"
"I don't know yet. Violet has already called the police. Now some police officers have come to
investigate, but there is no result yet."
"Really?!" Stanley tightened his fists, his body filled with coldness, "Then increase the investigation.
Find out this person for me!"
Ruining the catwalk clothes would not only ruin Violet, but the reputation of the Murphy Group would
also fall to the bottom.
So he would definitely not let the person go!
"Yes!" Fraser nodded.
Stanley stood up and walked out of the lounge to the dressing room.
When he reached the door of the dressing room, he didn't go in, but knocked on the door outside.
It was Jessie who opened the door. She was a little surprised to see him, "Mr. Murphy."
Stanley didn't ask her why she was here, and said lightly, "Where is Violet?"
"She’s seeing those models putting on makeup inside." Jessie replied.
Stanley raised his chin, "I'm looking for her."
"Okay, I'll call her out now."
With that said, Jessie turned her head and shouted inside, "Violet, Mr. Murphy is looking for you."
"I’m coming!" Violet replied.
Ten seconds later, she came to the door, "Mr. Murphy, what can I do for you?"
"Come out and talk." Stanley pointed to the corridor.
Violet had no objection, followed him a few steps, walked to a relatively quiet place at the end of the
corridor and stopped.
"I have already known it." Stanley turned around and spoke first.
Violet had no objection, followed him a few steps, walked to a relatively quiet place at the end of the
corridor and stopped.
"| have already known it." Stanley turned around and spoke first.
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