Pennie's face was gloomy.
Violet found it funny when looking at her.
Finally, Pennie got up. " Miss Hunt, I'm going to the bathroom."
"Okay." Violet nodded and looked at her back, smiling.
Did she really go to the bathroom?
Maybe only Pennie knew that she was going to the bathroom or going to deal with Luna.
Shaking her head, Violet collected her thoughts and continued to watch the show without thinking too
much.
Half an hour later, the show was over. All the models stood on the runway, making the last pose before
the final curtain.
Although Linda was not at the forefront of the runway, she was standing in the middle.
The dress on her body and the charm she showed herself would not lose attention because of where
she stood.
The judges walked around the models with notebooks to score them.
After they walked around, the judges gathered together and began to discuss how to group the
designers.
The designers looked particularly nervous under the stage.
Violet was also getting tense. She was eager to know which group she would be put into.
Time ticked by, and finally, the judges finished their discussions and gave the results to the host.
After the host took over the result, he began to announce the list, starting from Group F and to Group
A.
Violet didn't hear her name from Group F to Group B, so she smiled with relief.
She already figured that she was in Group A.
Sure enough, when the host announced the people who were in Group A, he read Violet's name.
Violet clasped her hands together excitedly.
"Congratulations, Miss Hunt." Pennie, who was next to her, said abruptly to congratulate her.
But Violet could still sense the sourness in her tone and smiled blandly, "Thank you, and
congratulations to you, Miss Hamilton."
Pennie froze.
Congratulations?
She was assigned to Group B.
Was Violet congratulating her or trying to mock her?
Pennie clenched her fists, feeling furious. But she still wore a smile on her face, "Thank you, Miss Hunt,
but this time I didn’t perform well, so I was assigned to Group B. I can’t compete with you in the same
group. What a pity."
Violet lifted her hair and said, "Miss Hamilton, don't be so pessimistic. In each round of the competition,
people who get the last two spots in each group will be eliminated, and the top two can enter a higher
group. Miss Hamilton, you still have a chance to get into Group A. "
There were a total of six groups, ranging from A to F. In each round, the last two people of each group
would be eliminated, so each group would have two empty spots.
In other words, the top two of Group B could enter Group A, and the top two of Group C could enter
Group B, and so on. Eventually, the groups would be gradually reduced. This was the current
competition rule.
Hence, Pennie was truly likely to get into Group A.
Pennie lowered her head and chuckled, "Then I would like to thank Miss Hunt for your good words."
"I'm not being perfunctory. Miss Hamilton, you do have the ability. You have great designs. You're just
not really good at tailoring. If you use better design to make up for it, it is not impossible for you to get a
higher score," Violet said while staring at her.
A shadow of disquiet flickered over Pennie's face. "You're right."
"Okay, Miss Hamilton. I won't bother you now. I'll go to eat something first." Violet saw Linda coming
over and then said goodbye to Pennie.
Pennie nodded. "Okay."
Violet was gone.
Pennie stared at her, feeling a bit worried.
Violet mentioned her tailoring just now. Did she discover anything?
That was impossible. She changed her style. It was impossible for Violet to doubt that.
After all, it was too unbelievable. Normal people wouldn't even think about that.
Maybe she was overthinking. Violet was simply surprised by her clumsy tailoring skills.
Violet and Linda gathered together.
Linda raised a stack of business cards in her hand, looking exhilarated. "Look, Violet, many fashion
people and designers gave their cards to me."
"I know. You gave a good show on the runway, so it caught their attention. They admire you because of
your unique style. I believe that after the international competition is over, you will stay abroad and start
your career, and directly become a supermodel. You don't need to start as an ordinary model back
home." Violet patted her on the shoulder, feeling happy for her.
Linda's eyes were misty with excitement. "That's great. Thank you, Violet. If it weren't for you to give
me this opportunity, I..."
"The person you should be most grateful to is my husband, your boss. If he hadn't recommended you
to me, I wouldn't have thought of you at all," Violet said with a smile.
Linda nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, yeah. You are right. Next time you talk to Mr. Murphy, please help me
to say thank you to him."
"I can do it now." As she said, Violet took out her cell phone and dialed Stanley's number.
It was in the afternoon at home. When Stanley came out of the conference room after a meeting, his
cell phone rang.
When he saw the caller ID, his tiredness suddenly disappeared. He answered the phone with a gentle
expression, "Honey."
Hearing him call her honey, Violet blushed. "Am I interrupting your work?"
"No." Stanley raised his hand to fend off the document Fraser handed over.
Violet nodded. "That's good."
"The competition is over?" Stanley pushed open the door of the office and went in.
Fraser followed behind bitterly.
Violet said yes. "It's over. I get into Group A."
Stanley knew the rules of the competition, so naturally, he was also aware of what it meant when Violet
got into Group A. A trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes. "That's great. Congratulations."
"Thank you," Violet responded with a smile, "Oh, and Linda wants me to help her say thank you. Her
career can directly take off this time."
"I just offered her a chance. Her career can take off because of her own ability," Stanley said blandly.
Violet glanced at Linda who was so touched, smiling wryly. "You're right."
Stanley's thin lips moved. As he was about to reply, a cell phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at Fraser.
Fraser smiled embarrassedly and quickly took out the phone. His face became serious when he saw
the phone number.
"Mr. Murphy, the security guard staying with Miss Ellis called. I will answer the call first." Fraser pointed
to his phone and said.
Stanley lifted his chin slightly and agreed.
Fraser turned and walked away.
Violet heard the movement and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. It's Fraser's phone," Stanley replied simply.
Violet nodded with understanding. "Oh."
She then returned to her topic and talked about the funny things in the competition.
Meanwhile, she mentioned a lot of professional terms about design.
Although Stanley didn't understand them well, he didn't interrupt her. He listened carefully as an
attentive audience.
At this moment, Fraser came back after the call. His face looked gloomy. "Mr. Murphy."
"What's the matter?" Stanley raised his eyebrows.
Fraser took a deep breath. " Miss Ellis committed suicide."
As soon as he said this, the room fell silent instantly.
Stanley's face was dark, and it took a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?"
"Miss Ellis slit her wrist and committed suicide," Fraser repeated.
Stanley stood up abruptly. "Suicide?"
"Yes." Fraser nodded. "Half an hour ago, the security guard went to pick up Miss Ellis's tableware on
time. After he entered the room, he found that there was no one in the room. He then started looking
for Miss Ellis, and finally found her silting her wrist in the bathroom."
Stanley clasped the phone and didn't speak, looking extremely grim.
Violet felt it and heard what he had just said. She frowned. "Stanley, what happened? Who committed
suicide?"
"Ivy," Stanley replied.
Violet's eyes widened. "What? She committed suicide?"
"Um."
Violet was nonplussed. It took her several seconds to come to her senses. "Is she... all right now?"
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