Chapter 190 Parent Meeting

Stanley looked down at the little guy and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was wondering that the door was opened so easily today. It turned out that it was the child who
opened it.

He followed Calvin into the room. Then he looked around, but he did not see Violet, only Arya on the
carpet, so he asked, "Where is your Mommy?"

Calvin pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Mommy is taking a shower."

Hearing this, Stanley looked towards the bathroom. His eyes darkened involuntarily when he heard
water coming from the bathroom.

"Uncle Murphy, why did you look for Mommy?" Calvin sat back on the carpet.

Stanley put down the file bag in his hand and sat down on the sofa, "I have something to discuss with
her."

"Wait a while. Mommy will be out soon." Calvin said.

Stanley couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay."

Suddenly, Arya got up and came to him, "Uncle Murphy, can I ask you a favor?"

The little girl put up a short finger and looked at Stanley eagerly.

Stanley also looked at her. His voice was as soft as possible, "What’s matter?"

"Tomorrow, can you be my father and go to my parent meeting?" Arya said shyly, twisting the corners
of her clothes with both hands.



Both Calvin and Stanley were taken aback.

Even Violet, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, was surprised, "Arya, why didn't you
tell Mommy about the parent meeting?"

Violet ignored Stanley and walked over in her pajamas, wrapping her hair, pulling Arya from Stanley to
her side.

Smelling the scent from her body, Stanley squinted his eyes. He swallowed.

Arya lowered her head, "Because Mommy will have a competition tomorrow and there is no time to
attend the parent meeting, so I didn’t tell you."

"It's no wonder that Arya was a little unhappy along the way." Calvin touched his chin and nodded.

Violet opened her mouth, a little speechless.

Yes, she still had a competition tomorrow, so she couldn't leave at all.

But she couldn't be absent from the child's parent meeting...

Thinking of this, Violet bit her lip a little tangledly, then squatted down and held the little girl's face,
"Baby, or Mommy won't go to the competition tomorrow. I’ll ..."

"No!" Stanley interrupted her and stood up from the sofa. "Tomorrow is the semi-finals. It is very
important. You can't abstain. Once you abstain, you will not be able to participate in international
competitions. This is your dream, isn't it? It’s also your first step to make others at abroad know you."

Violet also stood up, "I know. But the parent meeting is also very important."

Because the two children did not have a father, she vowed to accompany the two children well and not
miss any important occasions for the two children.



She couldn't break her promise!

"The parent meeting is very important, but you don’t have to go. Arya let me go, and I went to the
parent-child activity in amusement park last time. Their teacher also knows me, so you can take part in
the competition." Stanley touched Arya's head, looked at Violet and said.

Calvin nodded and agreed, "Yes, Mommy, you have to go to the competition. Tomorrow, I will go to
Arya’s parent meeting with Uncle Murphy."

"But..." Violet wanted to say something.

Stanley interrupted her again, "Even if you go to the parent meeting tomorrow, but miss the game, you
will still live in regret in the future."

"Uncle Murphy is right. Mommy, go to the competition. I won't blame you." Arya pulled the corner of
Violet's clothes and looked at her grinningly.

Facing the understanding of the two children and Stanley's persuading, Violet moved her lips and
finally compromised.

She sighed first, and then bowed to Stanley, "I see. Then bother Mr. Murphy to take care of my two
children tomorrow, please."

"Never mind." Stanley waved his hand.

Calvin pulled Arya over, "Mommy, Uncle Murphy said that he had something to discuss with you. Arya
and I will go back to the room first."

After speaking, the two children ran away.



Only Violet and Stanley were left in the living room. Violet poured him a glass of water, "Mr. Murphy,
what can I do for you?"

Stanley took a sip of water, "You go back to change your clothes and dry your hair first."

"Huh?" Violet looked down at herself, then her face was blushed suddenly.

Because the pajamas were silk, they were somewhat transparent, which showed the outline of the bra
inside.

Then he watched her like this for so long!

"Sorry, I'll change it now." Violet smiled awkwardly, and quickly got into the room.

Seeing her swiftly closing the door, Stanley chuckled and took a sip of water again.

About ten minutes later, Violet changed her clothes and dried her hair.

Stanley handed her the file bag on the coffee table.

After Violet took it, she looked down, "What is this?"

"It's evidence of Phoebe's plagiarism." Stanley got his legs crossed and replied quietly.

Violet raised her eyebrows. She lowered her head and opened the bag, took out the evidence inside
and glanced at the evidence. Then she stuffed the evidence back, put the document bag back on the
coffee table, and looked at the man opposite, "Why did you give these to me?"

"Don't you need it?" Stanley supported his head.



Violet smiled, "I really don't need it, because I know she has plagiarized, and I also have some
evidence of her plagiarism in my hand."

"I know that in yesterday's competition, Phoebe copied Daphne's work. Daphne is your teacher's
teacher. You must see it, and you can't stand her."

"Then Mr. Murphy, do you still show me the evidence?" Violet narrowed her eyes suspiciously,
somewhat unable to understand his thoughts.

Stanley's gaze fell on the file bag, "You haven't finished reading it just now. Inside is not only the
evidence of her plagiarism yesterday, but also the evidence of every design she plagiarized since her
debut, including the clothes of ethnic minorities today."

Hearing this, Violet was surprised, and quickly picked up the file bag and checked again.

After reading it, she couldn't help taking a breath.

She really underestimated Phoebe. It turned out that Phoebe plagiarized more than she thought.
Besides plagiarism, she even found a lot of designers to help her draw. What made Violet most
speechless was today's design.

Today Phoebe’s design was a dress of a minority high priest. This dress was handed down from
ancient times, so there was no original design, let alone the designer, so Phoebe had no scruples. She
was really shameless to draw the clothes as her own design.

It took Violet’s a long time to calm down. Then she put down the file bag, "Mr. Murphy, do you want me
to do something for you?"

Stanley nodded, "I know you haven't exposed Phoebe yet. You must be waiting for an opportunity. I
want you to beat Phoebe down at that time."



A dim light flashed in Violet's eyes, "Why? She didn’t have grudges with you, did she? I remember, she
is still your savior.

"I have already paid her kindness off." Stanley pursed his lips, "I do have no grudges with her, but she
angered me by selling the trade secrets of the Murphy Group."

"What?" Violet's eyes widened in shock.

Stanley rubbed his eyebrows, "I also just learned it. In the past few years, Phoebe secretly sold trade
secrets several times. Although it did not cause turmoil to the Murphy Group, it also caused the Murphy
Group to lose a lot."

"Got it. But I still don't understand. Mr. Murphy, since you have these evidences, you can do it yourself.
Why let me come?" Violet tapped at the file bag and stared at the man.

A dim light flashed in Violet's eyes, "Why? She didn’t have grudges with you, did she? | remember, she
is still your savior.

"| have already paid her kindness off." Stanley pursed his lips, "| do have no grudges with her, but she
angered me by selling the trade secrets of the Murphy Group."

"What?" Violet's eyes widened in shock.

Stanley rubbed his eyebrows, "I also just learned it. In the past few years, Phoebe secretly sold trade
secrets several times. Although it did not cause turmoil to the Murphy Group, it also caused the Murphy

Group to lose a lot."

"Got it. But | still don't understand. Mr. Murphy, since you have these evidences, you can do it yourself.
Why let me come?" Violet tapped at the file bag and stared at the man.



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