One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"Yes." Violet stood up, expressionlessly.

Phoebe burst into laughter, "So ridiculous! Even if I have left my position, it is only seven or eight minutes. What can I do? And when I left, I didn't pass by you. I can't see your design. How did I copy yours?" "Right." The people present and the viewers in the live broadcast room also felt that it made sense.

Violet looked at her coldly, "You can't see my design, but the viewers in the live broadcast room can see it."

"What you mean is that some viewers showed me your design, just while I was in the bathroom?" Phoebe smiled.

Violet lifted her chin, noncommittal.

Although Phoebe was panicked that Violet guessed it all at once, she pretended that nothing happened. She curled her lips, "Bullshit! Why do they help me? Besides, did you see I contacted them? We can't use electronic equipment during the competition."

"Yes, when Phoebe went out, I didn't see her holding her mobile phone. How could she contact others to help her? Maybe Violet really misunderstood."

"In this way, two people don't have a tendency to plagiarize each other, and things have gone to a dead end. But two people can't draw the same design, right?"

The audience at the scene discussed with each other, and the viewers in the live broadcast room was also constantly guessing.

Ivy leaned on the pillow beside the bed, "Stanley, who is the plagiarist?"

"Phoebe!" Stanley did not look at her, staring deeply at the live interface of the mobile phone, and spit out the word coldly.

Ivy's eyes flickered, "Why are you so sure, in case it is not your ex-fiancée, but Violet..."

"Violet is talented. Why would she copy?" Stanley frowned and looked at her, with a slight displeasure in his eyes.

Ivy was stunned, and her hands in the quilt clenched.

He was dissatisfied with her?

She and he grew up together as childhood sweethearts. But in his heart, she was not even as good as a woman whom he had only known for a few months?

Ivy was so shocked. But on her face, it couldn't see anything. The only thing it could be seen was the loss that she was rejected by Stanley.

She lowered her eyelids, covered the gloom in her eyes, and said weakly, "I'm just guessing. Why did you yell at me?"

Stanley was stunned.

Did he yell at her?

He pursed his thin lips then softened his tone, "Sorry, I just want to tell you that Violet is impossible to plagiarize. Since the beginning of the competition, her design has not left the live broadcast scene. On the other hand, before Phoebe went to the bathroom, she didn't draw anything at all. But after she came back from the bathroom, she could draw it. Obviously, there is a problem."

With that, he took out his cell phone.

Upon seeing this, Ivy pressed her hand on his mobile phone, "Stanley, what are you doing?"

Stanley pulled out the phone, "Check the truth about this matter."

"Do you want to help Miss Hunt?" Ivy squinted.

Stanley was noncommittal.

Ivy bit her lower lip, "Stanley, why do you want to help her? Do you have..."

Stanley knew what Ivy was trying to say, and wanted to admit it. But seeing her swaying body and thinking of what Henry told him that she could not get irritated, he finally denied it. Then he replied, "No. I just admire her."

"Well." Ivy seemed to smile at ease.

Stanley didn't look at her again. He dialed the number of President of the Branch and asked him to call up the monitoring of various places in the building to lock down the people who went to the bathroom during the period when Phoebe was in the bathroom.

As long as the people in that period of time were locked, evidence of Phoebe's plagiarism could be found.

President of the Branch also knew the situation at the competition. Hearing Stanley's words, he naturally agreed and quickly asked Bruce to do it.

Stanley put down his cell phone. His face eased a lot, and continued to pick up Ivy's cell phone to watch the live broadcast.

Ivy had been observing him in secret. Seeing his look, she knew that Phoebe was over now. She couldn't help cursing Phoebe inwardly.

What a wimp!

She had arranged for Phoebe. She thought that Phoebe could take the opportunity to beat Violet, but she didn't know that Phoebe was so useless, and this little thing could not be done well!

At the scene of the competition, the topic of "who was the plagiarist" was already a big deal, and even was a hot search. For a while, more viewers flooded into the live broadcast room. If it continued, it would have a bad reputation to Design Association.

"You two, haven't you guys decided who the plagiarist is?" Minister Hodge tapped on the table impatiently, his voice even more severe and indifferent.

Violet glanced at Phoebe. Seeing Phoebe's smug face, Violet clenched her fists.

Since there was no evidence to prove that the design was copied by Phoebe, she would directly publish the evidence of Phoebe's plagiarism.

As long as these were published, the truth should probably become clear this time.

Taking a deep breath, Violet was about to raise her hand to speak. President of the Branch suddenly came in, walked to Minister Hodge, and said something to Minister Hodge. After hearing it, Minister Hodge raised his eyebrows, and then gave the stage to President of the Branch.

Standing on the stage, President of the Branch scanned the crowd and said, "As for the final work, who is the plagiarist? I believe everyone would like to know, so I will tell you now. The plagiarist is...Phoebe!" He pointed to Phoebe.

The pride on Phoebe's face could no longer be maintained. She froze, and asked in a sharp voice, "Why do you say that I am the plagiarist!"

"Why? I have the evidence!" President of the Branch sneered back to her.

Violet's eyes lit up, "Sir, do you really have evidence?"

"Of course!" President of the Branch nodded, then patted his hands twice.

Bruce came in while grabbing a cowering woman.

Seeing that woman, Phoebe's face turned pale, and her blood was cold.

How... how could this happen!

Why was this woman caught?

Phoebe's reaction was too obvious. She didn't hide it at all, and everyone saw it.

Looking at her guilty and flustered look, everyone knew that she was a real plagiarist.

"It seems that Phoebe knows this young lady." Violet said mockingly. Her voice was extremely loud in the huge conference room.

How could Phoebe admit it? She shook her head repeatedly and denied it, "I... I don't know her. Who knows her?"

"Oh? Didn't you really know her? But I saw the look in her eyes when she was looking at you. Obviously, she knew you." Violet curled her lips coldly, and said lightly.

President of the Branch on the stage also looked at the woman who was grabbed by Bruce sternly, "Do you know Phoebe?"

The woman was too scared at the moment. She started to cry, and nodded, "Yes, she is the one I gave the design drawings to."

"Bullshit! When did you give design drawings to me?" Phoebe was so panicked. She pointed at the woman and shouted.

The woman looked at Phoebe, "Half an hour ago, in the bathroom, I printed out a screenshot of Violet's design work and gave it to you. At that time, Violet's work had not been painted yet. After you saw it, you said it was good. You can change to a different color."

"You talk nonsense!" Phoebe's face was distorted and she still refused to admit it. But everyone could tell that she was just bluffing at the moment.

Violet didn't bother to pay attention to Phoebe. She walked up the stage to the woman, pinched her chin, and asked coldly, "Why did you help her?""