One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

The woman didn't dare to look into Violet's eyes.

Violet narrowed her eyes, tightened her hands, and asked again, "Answer me. Why help her!"

"I... I don't want. She threatened me!" The woman seemed to give up resisting. Closing her eyes, she replied loudly.

Regardless of her broken leg, Phoebe stood up and yelled angrily, "Bullshit! When did I threaten you? I didn't even know you before you gave me the design draft!"

She would rather admit that she copied Violet than to carry this blame.

"Is what she said is true? She really doesn't know you?" Violet stared at the woman.

The woman shook her head repeatedly, "Yes, we did not know each other before, but she found me before the competition and gave me a sum of money to keep me paying attention to your live broadcast. After you drew the design, I have to make a screen shot. Then wait for her in the bathroom."

"I didn't!" Phoebe was so furious, her chest undulating violently.

When did she do this?

Didn't this woman take the initiative to find her?

Violet looked at Phoebe and the woman again, bowing her head thoughtfully.

After a few seconds, she raised her head and asked, "Since Phoebe asked you to wait for her in the bathroom, how did she know when to go to the bathroom?"

The woman glanced at the row of reporters at the end of the conference room and pointed to one of them, "It's him. He was also watching the live broadcast. After you finished your painting, he deliberately passed by Phoebe and left a small paper ball, telling her that she can go to the bathroom to find me."

"So it turns out to be like this!" Violet nodded, and looked at Phoebe who seemed to be so angry, and at President of the Branch.

President of the Branch ordered Bruce to bring the reporter over.

The reporter seemed to have known that he would be confessed, so he didn't struggle and was brought over directly.

"You were bribed by her too?" President of the Branch pointed to Phoebe and asked the reporter.

The reporter glanced at Phoebe and nodded again and again, "Yes...yes."

"You...you..." Phoebe was trembling constantly. She was so angry that some veins on the back of her hands popped out.

After a while, she suddenly understood something. Then she burst into laughter. The laughter was full of irony and resentment, "I see! You two have joined forces to frame me. How can there be free lunch in this world? Your boss is really shrewd!"

"Boss? What do you mean?" President of the Branch frowned suspiciously.

Violet didn't react much, and even a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

She knew Phoebe, so she knew that Phoebe did not lie. It was true that this woman and this reporter were not bribed by Phoebe, but listened to others to help Phoebe.

It would be okay if these two people were not found out, but as soon as they were found out, they would immediately throw mud on Phoebe and let Phoebe take the blame. The purpose was to hide the people who really ordered them.

"These two people listened to their boss' orders and used me to suppress Violet. If I succeed, we will be all good. But if I fail, I will be the only one who suffered. The ridiculous thing is that I didn't realize it at first. When I heard that I could beat Violet, I jumped into her trap happily!" Phoebe replied with self-deprecating, glaring at the woman and reporter.

All the people present and the viewers in the live broadcast room were surprised again.

They didn't expect that a small plagiarism incident would lead to so many conspiracies. It was really a drama.

"It's not Phoebe who bribed you guys, but others?" President of the Branch angrily rebuked the woman and reporter.

The woman and the reporter glanced at each other, and quickly waved their hands to deny, "No, no. It's really Phoebe." When they said this, a bit of fear flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Violet saw it, frowned, and suddenly figured out.

It seemed that the person behind them had their secrets, so they said so firmly that no one ordered them. In that case, she didn't have to ask them anymore. They wouldn't say anything even if she still asked them again.

However, the person behind them used Phoebe to suppress her. Obviously, that person had grudges with her. Maybe that person was the real culprit who stopped the cloth of her studio and burned down the warehouse.

"Well, since they said so, then don't ask." Violet stopped President of the Branch.

Phoebe was unwilling. She glared at Violet, as if she was about to eat her, "Why don't we ask? I have to ask clearly. I can't let them get me wronged!"

"Did they get you wronged?" Violet looked up at Phoebe coldly, "Did they not give you design drawings? Did you not collaborate with them?"

"It's different. They..."

"Nothing different!" Violet interrupted her, "No matter who they listened to, I only know that the victim is me, and you, Phoebe, are indeed the one who accepted their help and copied my design." Since Violet couldn't find out who was behind these two people, it was better to let Phoebe take all the blame.

After all, someone had to take the blame, right?

Thinking about it, Violet walked to President of the Branch and whispered a few words to him.

President of the Branch nodded and waved his hand to let Bruce take the woman and the reporter down first and watch them, then said with the microphone, "Well, since that the truth about plagiarism in the final has come out, now I will announce that the champion of the competition. It's Violet, as for Phoebe... removed from the competition!"

Everyone looked at Phoebe.

Phoebe's face was pale. She lowered her head to avoid everyone's sight.

She really wanted to find a hole to hide herself in, or someone to take her away from the scene.

But no, there was no one. She could only stay here, accept everyone's contempt and insults, and then watched Violet to receive the honor. Compared to be killed, this kind of contrast undoubtedly made than her more difficult to accept.

This competition was officially over here. Violet smiled on stage to receive the award, which was the entry form of the international competition.

The form was filled out on the spot and handed in as soon as it was completed.

When she finished the form, everyone in the conference room stood up and applauded for her. Even the viewers watching the live broadcast wrote bullet comments of congratulations.

Ivy looked at Violet in the live broadcast room with envy and jealousy, "Miss Hunt is really great!"

Before she had a car accident, she could get these applause and congratulations after every piano competition, even more than this.

But now, let alone the applause, she couldn't even play the piano!

Stanley didn't speak. He frowned, as if thinking about something.

Ivy couldn't help but ask, "Stanley, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm thinking who ordered those two people." Stanley rubbed his temples and answered.

Ivy's eyes flashed, then she quickly returned to normal. She said with a smile, "It should be Miss Hunt's opponent in design. He doesn't want to see Miss Hunt win the championship." "Maybe it's not that simple." Stanley squinted.

Ivy smiled slowly, "Stanley, what do you want to do? Do you want to help Miss Hunt find out that person?"

Stanley was noncommittal.

That was what he meant.

Ivy lowered her eyelids to cover the coldness in her eyes, "What happens after you find out? What do you want to do to that person?"☐☐☐☐☐