Violet gasped and laughed, "I ruined you? Aren't you the one who ruined yourself? Did you tell you to
plagiarize? No, so what does this have to do with me, how can you say I ruined you?"
"If you hadn't reported it, I wouldn't even have ......"
"Stop!" Violet made a stop motion, "You can't blame me, even if I didn't report you for plagiarism in the
first place, someone else would, in short, you will end up in the same consequence."
"You ......" Phoebe was speechless.
Violet came closer to her, "I don't know exactly how you got the design from Miya, but it doesn't matter,
you won't be able to compete again."
"Ahhh!" Phoebe shouted once more, looked at Violet with a fierce expression, stretched out her hand,
and fiercely choked Violet's neck.
"So what if you know who I am? So what if you make it impossible for me to ever compete again? Do
you think I'll just meekly resign myself to my fate? I'm telling you, no way, I'll kill you before my downfall
comes! So go to hell, go to hell!"
Phoebe pinned Violet to the ground, her hands choking Violet to death, a twisted, crazy smile on her
face.
Violet didn't expect Phoebe to doggedly jump to kill her, and for a moment she regretted it.
Violet's face was rosy because her neck was being pinched. For her breath could not coming up, her
eyes were red, and her tears coming out.
She fought and struggled, kicking and punching at Phoebe.
But Phoebe acted as if she couldn't feel the pain and continued to increase the strength on her hands.
And Phoebe was gradually lacking strength in her body because of the problem of not being able to
breathe on, and her struggle began to be less strong.
People around finally reacted and rushed up to pull Phoebe away, and only then was Violet saved.
Violet covered her neck and coughed while gasping for breath.
Phoebe was still glaring at her with a deadly glare, "Let go of me, let go of me, I'll kill her!"
Several male designers held Phoebe under control did not release, but instead held her tighter.
After all, right now, Phoebe was like a wild beast that had gone crazy, and if they let go of her, she
would definitely go on to kill Violet.
"Violet, what's going on?" A female designer asked at this point.
Violet and Phoebe had just confronted each other, and they had all watched.
He just couldn't understand what kind of conflict they had with each other, only that Violet had angered
Phoebe, and that was why Phoebe had gone up to choke her.
Violet's breathing had leveled off by now.
She swallowed.
Because of Phoebe's choking too hard, the inside of Violet's throat was painful when she swallowed.
"Why? Because I broke up her cheating in the competition." Violet's voice was hoarse as she fought
back the pain in her throat.
"Cheating?" All the designers froze.
They were very sensitive to this word.
"Violet, did she really cheat?" Another designer looked at Phoebe and asked Violet.
Violet nodded, "Yes."
"She is cheating." All the designers were furious.
The fact that Phoebe cheated meant that Phoebe was not as good at design as they were, but she got
high ranking by cheating.
If Violet hadn't found out about it and didn't break it up, would it continue to the finals?
That wouldn't be fair to them at all.
For a while, all the designers became disgusted with Phoebe.
Because they all relied on strength and could not tolerate one that relied on cheating.
And this cheating one got good performance was clearly a threat to them, and they had to snuff that
out.
"Quick, send her to the organizer." The designer who had asked the question earlier said angrily.
Other designers naturally agreed.
With that, a group of people wind up walking towards the organizer.
Phoebe was really scared now and screamed for them to let go of her.
But no one listened to her.
Soon, the organizer arrived.
A group of designers pushed their way in, and Stanley was talking to the organizer's manager.
Seeing the crowd came in, Stanley wasn't surprised, even by the manager.
Because Stanley had already told him all about it.
Now when he saw these designers carrying Phoebe over, he knew what was going on.
"Director." A designer was just about to speak.
The manager interrupted her with a raised hand, "I know, don't worry, I'll give everyone an explanation
and there will be no tolerance for those who cheat."
Hearing that, the designers were then relieved.
The manager then sent them out to prepare for the competition in a few moments.
But Violet and Phoebe stayed behind.
Phoebe was unable to leave, and Violet was voluntary to stay.
Phoebe looked at Stanley with deep affection, "Stanley ......"
Since Stanley already knew that she was Phoebe, there was naturally no need for her to hide it
anymore, and she directly called out Stanley's name.
However, Stanley didn't even pay attention to her, his gaze locked on Violet's neck.
The bright red handprint on her neck made his face instantly grim, "Who did this?"
Phoebe subconsciously lowered her head, her face pale and not daring to admit it.
Her actions were so obvious that she didn't even need Violet to answer, and Stanley already knew
about it.
"You did it?" Stanley walked up to Phoebe.
Phoebe's heart trembled, "Stanley I... Ah ......"
Before she could finish her words, her body had already been kicked out.
Stanley retracted his leg and looked at her like a dead man.
He would never allow anyone to hurt his woman.
"Stanley ......" Phoebe covered her belly, her eyes hazy with tears, and looked at Stanley, unable to
believe that he had actually kicked her.
Even Violet didn't expect Stanley to make a sudden move.
But she felt sweet by that.
Because she knew that Stanley was helping her to take revenge.
"Is everything okay?" Stanley stopped looking at Phoebe and touched Violet's neck, asking.
Violet shook her head, "I'm fine."
"Your voice is mute, and you're still calling it fine." Stanley's thin lips pursed.
Violet smiled, "It's okay, I’ll be fine soon, don't worry."
"How can I not be worried?" Stanley sighed, though his gaze moved down to her belly, "Is the baby
okay?"
"Yes, it is okay." Violet replied.
Only then did Phoebe remember that Violet was still pregnant with Stanley's child.
If she had known it, she should have laid hands on Violet's belly at that time, instead of just strangling
Violet in her anger.
"Mr. Murphy." At that moment, the manager stood up.
Stanley and Violet turned to look at him together.
As for Phoebe on the ground, she couldn't get up at all because her belly was too painful, so she could
only lie on the ground.
"Mr. Murphy, what are you going to do with Miss Pennie? If you can’t handle her, we......"
"No, I'll handle her personally, as for Miya, I'll leave her to you and the Design Association." Stanley
said.
The manager nodded, "Don't worry Mr. Murphy, I'll take care of Miya and won't let you down."
Stanley nodded, picked up a document from the manager's desk, walked over to Phoebe, squatted,
and then showed the document to Phoebe, "Know what this is?"
Phoebe looked at the document and saw the words on it, her eyes widened and she was truly
confused, "This ...... This is ......"
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