Chapter 192 Competition’s Results

At present, there were very few designs on the theme of the future in the world, because the first ones
who would think about the future were scientists, not costume designers.

How to design it?

Violet bit her lip, feeling it difficult for the first time.

But she was not discouraged. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the world's understanding of the
word.

After recalling it, she found that whether it was movies, novels, or ordinary people, their common view
of the future was more advanced high technology.

Then the clothes could also be more advanced and had more uses.

Thinking of this, Violet smiled and murmured excitedly, "Got it!"

Then she stopped turning the pencil, set up the design notebook, and began to draw on the white
paper earnestly.

Two hours later, Violet looked at the design on the paper and sighed softly.

What she designed was not a skirt, but a tight-fitting jumpsuit. On the shoulders and calves of the
jumpsuit, there were things similar to mecha.

Of course, this was not a bright spot. The biggest bright spot was the wings behind the clothes. The
wings were like mechas, but not as rigid as mechas. But it could fly with these wings.

Abandoning the heavy burden of paragliders today, and realizing light flying, this kind of unrealistic but
dreamy clothes was the best understanding of the future of clothing.



Violet smiled, got up and prepared to hand in the design drawings. At the same time, Phoebe also
submitted the design drawings.

Violet glanced at the design drawing in Phoebe's hand, "Whose design?"

"Want to know? Check it yourself!" Phoebe rolled her eyes at Violet coldly, speeded up the wheelchair,
and took the lead in submitting the design draft.

Since Violet knew she had plagiarized, she had nothing to hide from Violet.

Anyway, Violet couldn't find the evidence. No one would believe it even if she told others.

Looking at Phoebe's smug look, Violet smiled mockingly, but said nothing. She handed in the design
drawings.

After the other two designers had submitted their drafts, Bruce announced a noon break. After the
break, he would announce the results of the competition.

Violet stretched herself, put a bag on her back and left the conference room, ready to go out for a bite
to eat.

Suddenly, the cell phone in her bag rang.

Violet stopped in front of the elevator, took out her mobile phone and looked at it. The name of Mr.
Murphy was constantly flickering on the screen.

If it were in the past, she might not pick it up. But today was different. He called at this time. It should
be the end of the parent meeting, right?

Violet no longer hesitated, and quickly put the phone to her ear, "Mr. Murphy."



"Come out. Isn't it time for lunch? The two children and I are waiting for you in the car outside the
building." After speaking, Stanley hung up the phone.

Violet was stunned.

He said he was outside the building with the two children?

They were here!

Violet quickly walked into the elevator and went downstairs.

As soon as she left, Phoebe came out from the corner. She looked at the elevator display with a
gloomy face.

Stanley came here to find Violet. As expected, in Stanley's eyes, Violet was more important than that
woman.

Thinking of this, Phoebe's eyes flickered. She took out her cell phone and dialed out, "It's me. Didn't
you tell me that you would kill Violet sooner? Why haven't you done it until now?"

"I've acted on Violet before, but I didn't succeed." A cold female voice came on the other end of the
phone.

Phoebe held the phone tightly, "Then do it again. Do you know that Stanley comes to her today? If you
let Violet live, Stanley’s feelings for her will become deeper and deeper. Sooner or later, one day, Violet
will completely eliminate your position in Stanley's heart."

"I don't need you to remind me. Don't think I don't know that you are so anxious to let me kill Violet, just
to use this to deal with me, so that you can take advantage of it. You’d better dispel this idea as soon
as possible. "



The woman snorted coldly, and then said, "Because I will kill you before you do this. Believe it or not, if
you are dead, Stanley won't check the cause of your death!"

"You..." These words undoubtedly poked Phoebe's sore points, making her face distorted, but she
couldn’t refute.

Because in Stanley's eyes, she was indeed nobody.

"Well, don't worry. I will kill Violet, but not now. If I do it now, Stanley will know that Vera is just a
scapegoat. Then he will check me again, so I have to wait for a while."

The woman finished speaking and hung up.

Although Phoebe was unwilling, she could only endure it.

Because her power was inferior than that woman’s. If she did something, she would be easily found
out, otherwise she would kill Violet by herself.

Phoebe glared at the elevator screen fiercely for a while, then controlled the wheelchair to turn around
and left.

After Violet got out of the building, she stood on the stairs under the building and looked around. Then
she saw the extended Bentley parked not far away. Her eyes lit up and then she trotted over.

But before running to Bentley, the car door was opened. The two little guys poked their heads out of it
and waved at her grinningly, "Mommy."

Violet also smiled and waved her hand, responding to the two children.

"Mommy, come here soon!" Arya urged.



"Okay." Violet replied, running over.

When she got in front of the car, she panted slightly. Before she could speak, Stanley's voice came
from inside, "Get in the car."

Violet didn't refuse. She bent over and got into the car.

The door was closed automatically the moment she got into the car.

Violet sat down in the chair, straightened out her messy hair, and looked at Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, how
long have you been here?"

Stanley buckled the small desk on his legs, "It's been a while. We came over after the parent meeting
ended, and we watched the game for half an hour."

"Yes, the clothes Mommy drew are so beautiful." Arya said with gleaming eyes.

Calvin also nodded, "Yes, that wings are the most beautiful."

Listening to the praise of the two children, Violet smiled and rubbed their hair.

Stanley looked at her, "How about selling this design to me?"

"Yes, but only this one. Mr. Murphy, why are you buying it?" Violet tilted her head in confusion.

The apparel company of the Murphy Group had gone out of the headquarters and transformed, so it
was still useless to acquire this design.

This kind of future-themed design couldn’t take the high-level customization route, nor could it follow
the popular route. Besides, it couldn't make money at all. Maybe he wanted to collect it just like Design
Association and Mr. Moore?



As if seeing Violet’s thoughts, Stanley chuckled and explained, “It’s not that my company wants to buy
this dress, but a very good game company recently came to me and wants my designers to make
some designs for their game characters. Besides, their game is related to the future. Your design is the
most suitable."

"Well, got it." Violet nodded.

Stanley adjusted his sitting posture, "However, one piece is not enough. If you want, you can also
design all the clothes of other game characters."

Violet was a little excited, but did not immediately agree. Instead, she frowned and asked, "Then what
about your company's designers?"


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