It should just be a passerby.
But her back was so familiar, like he'd seen it somewhere.
Calvin squinted for a few seconds, but couldn't think of anyone who matched that back, so he finally
stopped thinking about it and continued to chat with his dad, mom, and sister.
Ten minutes later, Violet put down Ayra from her arms, "Honey, it's almost time for the competition, you
take the two kids back to the villa first."
"No, mommy, I want to stay here with you." Ayra hugged her leg and wouldn't let go.
Although Calvin didn't say anything, he had the same idea.
Violet looked to Stanley.
Stanley pulled the little girl away, "We'll wait for you in the break room, and after the competition, we'll
go back together."
At those words, Violet's heart softened and finally she nodded, "Alright then, you guys go to the break
room first, I'll go to you later."
Stanley nodded.
Violet waved at them and turned to avenue.
As she walked to the door, she saw that there were ten minutes left and planned to the bathroom.
In order to guard against cheating by the contestants, they were not allowed to the bathroom in the
middle of the competition.
And with a competition going for a few hours, she should go to the bathroom first.
So Violet turned to the bathroom.
Just as she entered the cubicle, the next cubicle door opened, and Pennie came out of it, her eyes
slightly narrowed as she looked at Violet's cubicle door.
Although Violet didn't say anything, when she locked the door, the door lock seemed to have some
problems and Violet made a puzzled sound.
That voice was heard by her, so she instantly recognized it as Violet.
Pennie didn't expect such a coincidence that she met Violet in the toilet.
In that case, don't blame her.
Pennie's mouth curled up in a sinister arc as she tiptoed to the door of the cubicle where the cleaning
tools were placed. She opened the door and took out a broom from inside.
She looked at the long pole of the broom, then at the width of the cubicle door.
After Pennie gave a dark cold hum, she walked to Violet's cubicle door and gently placed the broom
across the hook outside the cubicle.
After doing that, Pennie took a step back and clapped her hands, laughing coldly in her heart.
Now, she would see how Violet would come out.
Ten minutes were to go until the competition.
As long as Violet didn't make it back within ten minutes, she would immediately be kicked out by the
organizer.
By then, Violet would be the first designer in the history of international competitions to be kicked out
for being late, and even the country behind her would be disgraced because of her.
She could already imagine what would happen when Violet was hacked by the nation's netizens all
over the internet.
Thinking of that, Pennie left with a smile.
From the beginning to the end, her movements were in so low voice that Violet didn't even hear them.
By the time she was ready to open the door and go out, she found that she could not open the door.
That meant the door was either broken or tampered with.
The former was impossible because the door was still in good shape when she came in and the lock
wasn't broken.
So the biggest possibility was that the door had been tampered with.
Violet's face went grim.
She hadn't actually noticed it at all when she'd been locked in.
She was too careless.
Taking a deep breath, Violet suppressed the anger in her heart, took out her phone, and called out to
Linda.
Linda's voice soon came, full of anxiety, "Violet, where have you been? The competition starts in five
minutes, everyone is here. What are you doing?"
Violet sat on the toilet, her face gloomy, "I am locked in the toilet."
"What?" Linda's volume raised and she became angry, "Who did that?"
"I don’t know. Come over here right now and open the door for me, be quick."
"Ok, I'll be right there." Linda nodded repeatedly, then hung up the phone and rushed out from the
backstage.
She resented the heels on her feet getting in the way of running, so she carried them in her hands and
ran barefoot towards the bathroom.
Luckily, she was tall and leggy, so she ran quickly, and in less than a minute, she was in the bathroom.
"Violet?" Linda called out as she entered.
Violet stood up and rapped on her door, "I'm here."
Linda saw the vibration of the door panel and walked over, taking the broom off the door, "There."
Violet inside the door heard it and pulled the door inward, and it did open.
She saw Linda outside with a broom.
So it was the broom blocking the door.
"Damn, who the hell put the broom across the door?" Linda tossed the broom to the floor in disgust.
Violet's face was grim, "I will figure it out, Linda, please take the broom away and go for an appraisal to
see if there are any fingerprints on it."
She came to the bathroom out of the blue, so there was no conspiracy to have someone plan ahead to
keep her in the bathroom.
The biggest possibility was that someone in the bathroom was using the toilet in the first place, and
only after noticing her coming did he lock her inside on a whim.
As for the reason, well, it could be to make her late.
After all, it was only a few minutes before the competition, so if that person really intended to keep her
in there for a long time, why not grab the phone she could use to contact the outside world?
So she guessed that the person was thinking of shutting her down temporarily, just to make her late,
and was extremely confident that even if she had a cell phone and could get someone to open the
door, so that she wouldn't be able to get back in time.
"Linda, check the surveillance, see how many people have come in the toilet and how many have gone
out before I went in." Violet looked to Linda.
Linda nodded, "I will, get your ass to the competition."
Violet said thank you, and without further delay, she quickly ran towards the competition avenue.
She literally ran with all the speed she could muster, and luckily that God favored her in the end.
She managed to get there in the last ten seconds.
The host couldn't help but frown at the sight of her sweating and panting.
He disliked such contestant, not late but enough to make a bad impression.
"Get to your seat." The host said in a somewhat cold manner.
Violet knew she was wrong and forced a smile, rubbing her somewhat vaguely aching stomach as she
walked towards her seat.
Other designers looked at her with concern, indifference, and amusement.
When they looked at Violet, Violet was also secretly watching them.
Because she wanted to find the person who put her in the toilet.
Usually, the guy wanted her to be late would be uneasy if he saw that she came back in time.
Once she found the one who reacted differently, she would almost certainly know who it was.
However, Violet scanned around and didn't see anyone suspicious.
It made her upset.
It seemed that that person was composed, and didn't even act in some perverse way when he saw her
return.
Violet pulled out a chair and sat down, a somewhat bad expression on her face.
A few rows back, Pennie watched her sit down, and a hint of grimace finally appeared on her
expressionless face.
Violet actually rushed back in just a few minutes!
How the hell did she get back in time?
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