Pennie held the pencil tightly, and the next moment, the pencil snapped, startling the designer next to
her.
"What's wrong?" The designer asked.
The sound was not small and some people looked over.
That included Violet.
Violet narrowed her eyes and stared at Pennie, her red lips pursed up.
Could it be her?
Violet was unsure.
Although she and Pennie didn't have a big feud, Pennie obviously didn't treat her very well either.
If it was Phoebe, it made sense.
"Sorry, my pencil broke." Knowing that someone was watching her, Pennie apologized with an
embarrassing smile.
The designer looked at her broken pen and didn't say anything, sort of accepting her apology.
The other designers averted their eyes.
Only Violet was left still staring at Pennie.
Pennie felt it, but pretended not to notice it. She took out a new pencil and sharpened it carefully, with a
very calm look.
Violet still didn't see anything from Pennie's face, plus the competition had started, she couldn't afford
to continue watching, so she turned her head back.
Pennie felt the disappearance of Violet's sight and sighed with a faint and unbearable relief, but in her
heart, she was depressed.
It seemed that Violet was already suspecting her.
Pennie bit her lower lip, touched her earring and lowered her voice, "There's something that I want you
to help me out with first, otherwise we won't be able to continue the game."
"Go ahead." A raspy voice came out of her earring stud.
Pennie looked around, covered her lips, and gave her order.
It was only when she heard the man say yes that she felt relieved.
The competition was officially underway, and today, instead of a preliminary round, it was time to start
eliminating people.
So every designer acted seriously, so the atmosphere in the large competition avenue was
extraordinarily depressing.
After all, after this round, twelve would be eliminated.
No one wanted to be one of those twelve.
Like last time, the designer drew the design, made the dress, and then the model walked the runway
wearing it.
The only thing that was different was the theme.
Last time, the designers were given free rein, this time it was a unified theme, which was fairer to the
contestants as well.
And this time the theme was love.
This theme was not like the 'flower' 'starry sky', which could be designed directly and literally, but one
must understand what love was, and only when one understood what love really was, could one draw
the design accordingly.
Otherwise, they would not get points for designing a dress that was unconventional and deviated from
the theme of love.
This was a huge problem for some single designers who hadn't had relationship before.
"As expected of an international competition, the first official round after the grouping comes with such
a difficult theme." Calvin stood in front of the TV and rubbed his chin, analyzing it with the look like an
adult.
Stanley glanced at him as he hugged the drowsy Ayra, "How do you know it's difficult?"
"Look at their expressions, those designers are all depressed and haven't moved their pens until now,
that already says it." Calvin pointed at a black designer on the TV.
Stanley smiled, "Not bad, you have very careful observation."
"Yes." Calvin grunted in triumph, "I've been reading criminal investigation books lately, and micro-
expression analysis is quite interesting."
"Oh?" Stanley raised his eyebrows, "Why do you want to read this kind of books?"
"I want to be a criminal profiler in the future." Calvin winked.
Originally, he wanted to be like his dad, standing at the top of the building, being the one in control,
looking down on all the people.
But later on, he suddenly understood that he was not his father's biological child and it was better not to
have extravagant hopes for his father's company, which was why he decided to change the direction of
his future development.
Stanley's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Calvin, seemingly pondering the truth in his words.
After a moment, Stanley rubbed Calvin's head, "You're still young now, we will see what happens."
Calvin nodded and added, "Mommy won't be stuck, will she?"
Stanley sniffed, his eyes falling on the TV.
Although Violet wasn't caught in the camera right now and he couldn't see her, he was sure that this
theme, in no way, would be difficult for her.
Sure enough, just as Stanley had expected, while the other designers were still pondering what love
was and looking for inspiration, Violet was moving her pen with a smile.
Love, in her opinion, could be understood in a very broad sense.
The budding youth of adolescence, the boldness and passion of youth, the blandness of middle age,
and the mutual support of old age were all love.
Love was different for every age group and for every couple of lovers.
But one thing was the same and was recognized worldwide, and that was marriage.
Marriage did not mean love, but love must mean marriage.
So her best understanding of love was marriage.
Soon, Violet's design was finished. It was black and white, very time saving.
"Okay." After finishing the painting, Violet got up and went to the fabric area.
Everyone else was stunned.
Some of them hadn't even started painting yet, some had only just painted, some were only halfway
through, so how come she had done?
When Pennie saw that Violet had finished painting, she was nervous for she had not begun to draw
yet.
At this rate, would she have time to make clothes?
Pennie bit her lip and touched her earring, "Have you come back yet?"
"Yes," The voice on the other end was husky with a bit of urgency.
Pennie didn't care what she was rushing about and sighed in relief, "Then start drawing, hurry up, I'm
already slow. The theme is love, it has to be done within half an hour, you must scan the design over,
do you hear me?"
"Got it." The man on the other end replied.
Pennie patted her chest and cut off the conversation.
In the break room, Calvin stared at her with narrowed eyes, "Dad, this woman is weird."
He pointed at Pennie.
Stanley withdrew his gaze as he did not know her.
"How come?" He asked.
Calvin shook his head, "I don’t know. I've seen her before, right there in the hallway at the west door. I
thought she looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen her before."
"Oh?" Stanley raised his eyebrows.
Calvin felt familiar, and it must be true.
"I'll go over to the competition organizing committee later to check her information." Stanley said.
Calvin nodded, "Make sure you check, I have a feeling she's treating mom badly."
"What do you mean?" Hearing that, Stanley's face immediately sank.
Calvin gazed at Pennie, "Just now when the camera panned to Mom, I saw the way that woman looked
at Mommy, it was very unfriendly."
"I got it." Stanley narrowed his eyes and said something to a staff.
The staff was informed that he was one of the investors in the competition, so he immediately went to
do as he was told respectfully.
Soon, Pennie's information was in Stanley's hands.
When Stanley flipped through it, there was nothing strange about it. It was a very ordinary resume.
It seemed that Pennie's unfriendliness towards Violet should be out of jealousy.
She was jealousy of Violet's talent and strength.
Such a person must be watched closely, or there was a high risk of destroying the opponent out of
jealousy.
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