Chapter 38 No Evidence

"What are you talking about?" Phoebe pretended that she couldn’t understand what Violet said.

Violet narrowed her beautiful eyes, "You know what I meant. Although Kara did it, you are the real
culprit. You instigated Kara."

When Stanley left after inspecting the design department the day before yesterday, Phoebe coughed in
her direction.

At that time, Violet just didn't understand Phoebe’s behavior. It wasn't until she saw the real
surveillance last night that she realized that it was Phoebe's signal for Kara to go out.

It should be at that time, Phoebe instructed Kara to steal her design draft.

"I instigated her? Do you have any evidence?" Phoebe seemed to hear a great joke, and laughed with
her arms folded on her chest.

Violet tucked the scattered hair behind her ears, and said in a cold voice, "No. So when you winked at
Kara just now, I didn't report to Mr. Murphy."

Phoebe hid herself so well that she didn't take any actions personally during the whole process.

Unless Kara said it out in person. But Kara did not say that it was Phoebe who instigated her even
when she heard such a punishment. There were only two possibilities in this situation. Either she had
received Phoebe's great benefit or she had been threatened.

"It turns out that you have no evidence. Since there is no evidence, you are slandering me. I can sue
you, Violet!" Phoebe smirked.

Violet looked at Phoebe without fear, "Director Hunt, you want to sue me? You can call the police right
now. We can have a court confrontation and invite Kara to go together, and then ask Kara in front of the



judge whether she was instigated you or not? What do you think, Director Hunt?"

The expression on Phoebe's face froze. Obviously, she didn’t expect that Violet would actually support
her to call the police.

For a while, Phoebe couldn't talk back.

Violet pretended not to see Phoebe’s embarrassment. She said with a smile, "It stands to reason that I
should have called the police as early as when I found that the design draft was missing, but I did not
do so, just because calling the police would bring the Murphy Group a bad influence. But if Director
Hunt calls the police, the influence will not be brought by me, so..."

"Get out!" Phoebe pointed at the door, roaring grimly.

If she still let Violet stay here again, she would be pissed off to death.

She really didn't expect that Violet, who was a pushover before, had now become so domineered.

Violet smiled faintly, and didn't pay any attention to Phoebe's anger. "It seems that Director Hunt
doesn't plan to sue me. Okay, then I'll leave first."

With that, Violet turned and walked out the door.

After walking out of Phoebe's office, Violet stopped and took out the phone from her pocket. The
screen of the phone was on and the recording interface was displayed.

Violet had planned to incite Phoebe and let her say that it was her who instigated Kara. But Violet didn't
expect Phoebe to be more cautious than she thought. She didn't get anything from Phoebe.

Moreover, she knew that Phoebe would definitely continue to target her. She had to be more
precautionary.



Thinking of this, Violet clenched her fists, then sighed lightly. After she loosened her fists, she returned
to the large office.

Three days later.

Violet took the new first drafts to Stanley's office.

After Stanley finished reading them, he immediately held a summit conference.

This time, under the agreements of all the senior executives, she succeeded in becoming the chief
designer of ‘Born of Fire’.

Phoebe, who was also in the conference, was so envious. But she couldn't stop it. She could only
watch Violet accept the applause from all the senior executives.

Of course, Violet felt the jealous look in Phoebe's eyes, but she ignored it and spoke about her design
concept calmly.

Before long, the conference ended. Everyone gradually dispersed.

Phoebe got up, walked to Stanley's side and held his arm affectionately, "Stanley, will you go to my
home for dinner tonight? My Dad said that he hasn't seen you for a long time."

She deliberately increased the tone of the word ‘my Dad’, and then she took a look at Violet. Seeing
Violet paused slightly when she was sorting out the design draft, Phoebe was so happy.

Once, Violet was the eldest daughter of the Hunt family, but she, Phoebe, was an illegitimate daughter.

Violet could call Eason Hunt father openly, but she, Phoebe, could only call him father secretly.

But now, Violet was no longer the eldest daughter of the Hunt family, and she couldn't call him father
anymore. Besides, she couldn't even tell the public about her relationship with the Hunt family. Thinking



of this, Phoebe was so happy!

Stanley could see through what Phoebe was thinking at a glance. Then he couldn't help but frown
slightly, "No. I have something to deal with tonight."

He pulled his arm out.

Being rejected on the spot, Phoebe was a little bit frustrated, "What's the matter? Is it so hurry? If you
are not in a hurry, you can go to my home first. The nanny has prepared all the food."

"Today is Grandpa's death anniversary. What do you think?" Stanley glanced at her lightly.

Phoebe opened her mouth but couldn’t say a word. She complained Talia Hamilton secretly.

‘Idiot! Why did she have to choose today? She was deliberately letting me be scolded by Stanley,
wasn’t she?’

Phoebe was pissed off.

Phoebe's embarrassed look made Violet couldn't help but smile. Even the complicated emotions that
had arisen in her heart when she heard Eason's name just disappeared.

Stanley looked at Violet smiling like a little fox. There was a small light flashing in his eyes, but soon it
turned calm. "When will the final design draft be completed? I will let Fraser arrange the models."

"Mr. Murphy, don't worry about the models first. We can find models anytime. I will finish the design
soon. Now the main problem is the cloth." Violet sorted out the design and stood up.

"What's wrong with cloth?" Stanley looked serious.



"The problem is a bit big." Violet typed the keyboard a few times, and then turned the screen to him.
"The first chart is the stock of high-end cloth currently owned by the company's warehouse, and the
second chart is for the type and quantity of the cloth for ‘Born of Fire’. But two-thirds of the cloth are not
owned by the warehouse and need to be restocked."

Stanley stared at the computer screen intently, "There is no problem with replenishment, but I see that
there is a dye word in the color column behind your statistics chart. What does it mean? Do you want to
recolor?"

"Yes, because there are so many colors. It is impossible that there is every color we need. At this time,
we have to buy white cloth and dye them by ourselves." Violet nodded and replied.

Phoebe stood aside. Seeing they two being so close, as if no one could disturb them, a huge sense of
crisis rose in her heart.

This sense of crisis also reminded her that it was not that everything would be okay as long as she
drove Violet away. She must also find a way to take the initiative to get close with Stanley. It was best
to have sex with Stanley!

At that time, she could be truly be his fiancée. She wouldn't be as frightened as she was now, always
worrying about that Stanley would be snatched away.

Thinking of this, Phoebe gritted her teeth, turned around and left the meeting room.

Naturally, Violet and Stanley noticed her leaving, but both of them didn't care. They continued to talk
about the cloth.

"I saw here are a lot of cloth that need to be re-dyed." Stanley tapped the computer screen with a
slender finger.



Violet said, "Yes, so Mr. Murphy, I need a dye room."

"Can you dye cloth?" Stanley did not immediately agree, but asked.


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