Chapter 183 The Murderer Was Caught

"The winner is just a plagiarist." Jessie curled her lips, eyes full of spurning to Phoebe.

"Violet, whose design was Phoebe copied?" George put down his medical book and asked.

Jessie also looked at Violet, "Who?"

"It's Daphne's." Violet hugged Calvin to the sofa, took out her mobile phone to him, and let him watch
TV by himself.

"Daphne?" Jessie opened her mouth in astonishment, "Isn't that your teacher's teacher?"

"Yes." Violet nodded.

Jessie frowned, "OMG, she's really bold!"

"Yes." Violet smiled.

George pushed his glasses, "Violet, when are you going to expose her? You can't let her keep copying,
right?"

"Of course, when it comes to the final, I will stand up." Violet took the glass of water, sat down and
replied.

Suddenly, the phone in her bag rang.

Violet quickly put down the water glass, took out the mobile phone and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar
call. She slipped down the answer button in doubt and put the mobile phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Is it Miss Hunt?" the person on the phone asked.

Violet said, "Yes. May I ask you who is it?"



"This is the police station. Regarding the fact that you were almost to be killed twice in a row some time
ago, we caught the murderer." The person at the police station said.

"What?" Violet was taken aback for a moment, and then stood up from the chair in exultation, with an
expression of excitement on her face, "Did you really catch it?"

George and Jessie looked at her curiously, not knowing what happened.

"Yes, so we want to invite you over."

"Okay, I'll come right now!" Violet nodded in response.

When the phone hung up, she squeezed the phone tightly. Her happy eyes were wet.

Since being pressed into the water and almost drowned, every day since then, she had lived almost in
trepidation. She had not been at ease. She was either worried about her friends being involved and
hurt, or she was worried about her two children.

Now that the person had finally been caught, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Violet, whose phone call?" Jessie blinked and asked.

Violet looked at her and replied, "It's the police station, saying that the murderer behind the scenes who
wanted to kill me several times was caught."

"Really!" Jessie was also very happy.

Only George on the hospital bed frowned suddenly.

Was that woman caught?

How could it be possible that he didn't hear anything if that woman was caught?



"George, what are thinking about?" Violet was about to say goodbye to George, but she noticed that he
lost in thoughts. So she tilted her head and asked.

George quickly recovered, pushed his glasses and smiled, "Nothing, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you." Violet thanked him with a smile.

George adjusted his sitting posture, "Did the police station tell you what that person's name is?"

"No, I also forgot to ask. I don't know until I come there. Please help me take care of Calvin." Violet
looked at her son who was watching cartoons on the sofa.

The little guy sensed her gaze, paused the cartoons, raised his head, and smiled sweetly at her, "Mom,
go. I will be a good boy."

"Okay, Mommy will come over to pick you up later." Violet waved, and said goodbye to George and
Jessie again, then left with her bag.

It was an hour and a half later when she arrived at the police station.

Violet was taken to the interrogation room by a police officer.

After entering, she saw that in the interrogation room, apart from the police officer who recorded the
confession, there were two other people, a man and a woman.

The woman was sitting in the position where she was being interrogated. Her head dropped down, so
no one could see her face clearly. But she was not very old by judging from her clothes and exposed
skin.

The man sat at the interrogation table, with his legs crossed and arms on his chest. There was no
expression on his handsome face, but endless indifference. The powerful aura around him made



people feel as if this was his area.

Violet looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Murphy, why are you here?"

Stanley tilted his head slightly, "This matter also has something to do with me, so I came over too."

"Yes, it’s Mr. Murphy who found out the murderer." The policeman took off the cap on his head and put
it aside, then said.

Violet opened her mouth in surprise. Obviously, she didn't expect that he was checking this, and he
even also found out the person.

"Okay, raise your head." The police officer patted the table and said to the woman who had her head
down.

The woman raised her head.

Only then did Violet see her face clearly. She was very beautiful, but the gloom and despair in her eyes
were more eye-catching.

Was she desperate after being caught?

"The interrogation time is up. You two can go out first." Seeing Violet had seen the woman's face, the
police officer said to her and Stanley.

Stanley had no objections, put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood up, looking at Violet, "Let's
go."

Violet gave a hmm, and went out after him.

On the way to the lounge, Violet looked at his back and asked, "Mr. Murphy, who the hell is that
woman?"



Stanley stopped and turned around, "It's the daughter of the Chambers family."

"the Chambers family?" Violet frowned, "Is that the Chambers family that went bankrupt two months
ago?"

Stanley nodded.

Violet lowered her eyes, did not ask any more, and walked past him into the lounge.

When Stanley saw that she stopped him when she had problems and distanced herself from him when
she had no problems, he was very upset. But he only pursed his thin lips and went into the lounge with
a gloomy face.

Seeing Violet sitting down by the door, Stanley walked to sit opposite her, "Congratulations."

Violet was thinking about something. When she suddenly heard his congratulations, she suddenly
regained her senses, and opened her eyes in surprise, "Did Mr. Murphy watch the live broadcast
today?"

"The Murphy Group also has designers participating in the competition. As the boss, I will naturally
watch it." Stanley held up the teacup, poured two cups of water, and pushed one of them to her.

Violet thanked him and took a sip, "But I remember that designer from the Murphy Group was
eliminated in the third round of the knockout round."

The implication was that why he watched the competition when there were no his staffs in today's
competition?

Stanley didn't expect her to say this. He was startled. Then he cleared his throat twice and looked at
her with a smile, "You remember very clearly to my employees."



"I remember every contestant very clearly." Violet avoided her gaze and lowered her head, covering the
guilty conscience in her eyes and replied.

She couldn't say that it was because of him that she paid more attention to that designer's competition.

"By the way, are your designs sold?" Stanley stopped teasing her, suddenly looked at her and asked
seriously.

Violet said apologetically, "It has been sold."

"Really?" Stanley frowned, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

At this time, there was someone coming into the lounge. It was the police officer in the interrogation
room.

Violet quickly put down the tea cup and stood up, "Police officer, has the interrogation finished?"

"Yes." The police officer handed her the result of the interrogation. "This is the confession of Miss
Chambers. She was jealous because she loved Mr. Murphy. She used the last sum of money from the
Chambers family to bribe someone to kill you."

While listening to him, Violet looked through the results of the interrogation in her hand. After reading it,
she frowned.

Stanley also stood up, "What's the matter?"


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