Chapter 451 Walk Delay

Linda took a deep breath before she replied, "But just as I turned my head, I saw a stick swinging at
me, and then I felt a pain in the back of my head, and I didn't know anything else."

"Stick ......" Violet sucked in a breath of cold air, her small face filled with frost, "A stick was used, wasn't
that person afraid of getting Linda killed?"

Human head was inherently fragile and a slight bump could cause death, let alone a blow with a stick.

Linda was alive, and she was just lucky.

Stanley raised his eyes to Linda, "What about the person who hit you? Did you see who it was?"

Linda tightened the blanket around her and shook her head, "All I saw was a woman, wearing a cloak
with a strand of blonde hair. I think it was a westerner, but I didn't see what she looked like."

Violet narrowed her eyes, seemingly thinking about something.

Linda looked at her, "Violet, do you think that person the same as who locked you in the toilet? I went to
the surveillance room to check who locked you in the toilet, so I think that person will come to destroy
the surveillance."

Saying that, she took a sip of hot water and added, "But she didn't expect me to go to the surveillance
room so quickly, so she knocked me out because she was worried."

After all, everyone knew that she was the model for Violet.

So it was easy to guess why she came to the surveillance room after Violet was locked up.

"No, it doesn't have to be the person who locked me up." Violet shook her head.

Linda blinked, "Why?"



Stanley explained, "When you were knocked out, the competition had already started, and the one who
shut down my wife would only be the designer, because only between designers, there would be
competition."

"That's right." Violet nodded her head.

It dawned on Linda, "So the one who knocked me out and the one who shut you up were indeed not
the same person, but is it possible that the one who knocked me out was a model? That woman is
quite tall."

Violet mused, "It's possible. The person who knocked you out didn't want you to see the surveillance
and find out who locked me up, so they might be partners."

"By the way, Violet, where's the surveillance?" Linda asked, "Is the surveillance still there?"

Violet and Stanley looked at each other.

Violet then shook her head, "No, that person must have taken the surveillance away after she knocked
you out."

So trying to find those two women based on surveillance was unlikely.

The only thing they could rely on at the moment was that broomstick.

"Linda, is the broom still there?" Violet asked.

Linda shook her head, "I don't know, the broom was still in my hand until I was knocked out, but after I
passed out, I don't know if it was taken away."

"Let's have someone look for it, shall we?" Stanley spoke.

Violet nodded, "That's all that can be done."



If they could not find the broomstick, they would have to have the organizers investigated it.

And there were only a few dozen designers, so he was sure the organizers would be able to find her
out.

"By the way, is Pennie's model a man or a woman?" Stanley asked.

Violet looked at him, "Honey, you are suspicious ......"

Stanley nodded, "I've been watching the competition live in the break room with Calvin, during which
Calvin found that Pennie looked at you unfriendly, so I suspected that the person who locked you in the
toilet was her, and if her model was a blonde, then we get the answer."

Violet sighed, "I actually suspected Pennie at first, but Pennie's expression was so clam that I couldn't
tell if she did it or not, but Linda said that the one who knocked her out was a blonde woman, so my
suspicion of Pennie was almost gone."

"Her model is an Oriental with dark hair and a little taller than the woman who hit me." Linda chimed in.

Stanley narrowed his eyes, "There are quite a few designers who are jealous of you."

"That's right, Violet is a genius, they're the ones who should be jealous." Linda bragged.

Violet laughed, "You are boasting me."

Linda chucked, her eyes snapped wide as she stood up.

But she felt dizzy, her body swayed, and he sat back on the chair.

"What is wrong with you?" Violet was startled by her and hurriedly held her before she passed out.



Linda held her forehead, dizzy, and said, "Sorry, sorry, I just remembered the walk. Violet, did I cause
you to miss the ......"

Knowing what she was going to say, Violet's eyes dimmed and she said, "It's okay, it is just a
competition, as long as you're okay."

The game was important, but Linda was more important.

She could attend it next year.

"Violet, I'm sorry, I ......"

"The catwalk hasn't started yet." Stanley suddenly spoke.

Linda and Violet froze at the same time.

"Honey, what did you just say?" Violet looked at him with hidden excitement.

Linda did the same, "Mr. Murphy, the catwalk hasn't started yet?"

Stanley nodded, "I asked the organizers to postpone it for an hour."

Linda blinked, "Really?"

"Yes." Violet's eyes lit up, and then she jumped directly into the man's arms, "Honey, thank you."

Stanley's thin lips curled up.

But the next moment, Violet pushed him away again and looked at him worriedly, "Honey, if you do this,
will you be abusing your power?"

She was aware that her man was one of the investors in the competition.



"No." Stanley locked eyes with her, "I'm just delaying the walk, and it won't damage the designers’
benefit, so it's not considered an abuse of power."

"That's good." She was relieved to hear him say that.

Meanwhile, in the big dressing room, all the designers and models were waiting for the catwalk to start,
but the time came and no one informed the models to enter, which made everyone a bit restless.

Pennie frowned, feeling nothing but annoyance and uneasiness.

Why wasn't the catwalk going when the time came?

Soon the door to the big dressing room opened and the host came in and announced a one hour delay
for the walk.

All the designers and models were in an uproar, asking why.

Only Pennie's pupils shrank and her face looked gloomy.

Sure enough, the uneasiness in her heart was fulfilled, the competition was delayed by an hour. it must
be related to Violet.

Soon, her suspicions were confirmed.

The host swept his gaze across the faces of all the designers and models and then said in a deep
voice, "Among you, someone has maliciously injured Miss Hunt's model, now her model is seeking
medical attention, so the catwalk will only continue when she finishes her medical treatment, and this
matter has been investigated by our organizer. I hope that before the investigation results come out,
the murderer will surrender himself, otherwise when we find out ......"

The latter words were left unsaid by the host, who turned and walked out with a cold grunt.



But the designers and models in the big dressing room understood what he meant, couldn't help but
shiver.

Pennie's face turned pale, and the hands on either side clenched up, panicking in her heart.

Violet found Linda!

This was a big deal that the organizers launched an investigation, in case the truth would be found out
......

Pennie didn't dare to think about it anymore and got up to head to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she returned.

The panic in her heart vanished, instead, she was wearing a smile, apparently not at all worried about
the organizers' investigation, and even humming a song.

Luna came over, "Miss Hamilton, you're in a good mood?"


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