One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 188 Pretending to Faint

The design drawing was signed by Phoebe. The dress on the drawing was short at the front and long

at the back, and there was a large hem and cloak. On the hem and the cloak, there were large phoenix

embroidery patterns, which looked luxurious and grand. It could be seen that this was an evening

dress. Besides, it was worn at the sacrifice.

Violet really didn't know where Phoebe got this design.

Violet looked over at Phoebe.

As if sensing her gaze, Phoebe turned her head, smiled triumphantly, and gave her a thumbs up.

Violet was slightly startled.

What was the meaning?

Was Phoebe giving her a thumbs up?

Just when she was thinking about it, Phoebe's hand moved again, and her thumb was slowly

downward, making a despising movement.

So humiliated! Violet's face sank. Stanley, who was watching the live broadcast, looked even more

gloomy.

Fraser also said, "Phoebe is not afraid to be scolded by viewers when she makes such a move in front

of the camera."

"What is she afraid of? Haven't you seen her votes?" Stanley squinted at the voting data at the bottom

of the live broadcast room.

Phoebe's number of votes was so good. She steadily occupied the first place, which was thousands From NôvelDrama.Org.

more than Violet's. So Violet was firmly placed in second place.

Moreover, Phoebe's votes were still growing at an extremely fast rate, which showed how popular her

design was.

"I see. Everyone likes to see genius. Phoebe’s design is better than designer Violet’s. So even if she is

so arrogant, viewers won’t say anything. They just think she has a personality. After all, genius always

have some privileges." Fraser said, pushing his glasses.

Stanley propped his chin, "Do you really think this design is Phoebe's own?"

Fraser was taken aback, "Mr. Murphy, what do you mean..."

"Phoebe can't design such top clothes. If she has this talent, she will have been famous internationally.

How can she still doesn't even have a masterpiece until now?" Stanley sneered. Then he said coldly,

"Go and check what designers' works she has copied since she participated in the competition."

"Yes!" Fraser nodded and immediately went out to check.

Stanley leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms on his chest, and continued to stare at the live

broadcast room.

At the competition site, the voting time was up. The four contestants selected by Mr. Moore had already

been ranked. Phoebe ranked the first and Violet was the second.

Mr. Moore smiled and said with a microphone, "The top four have been selected. I am very happy that

the four can advance. First of all, let us give the four designers a round of applause. Then invite the

four to come up and explain your design ideas."

After that, the judges, audience, members of Design Association and the media in the conference room

applauded.

Violet and the other two designers stood up and bowed to everyone with a smile. Only Phoebe was

unable to get up because of a leg injury and bowed in a wheelchair.

At the moment when she lowered her head, a trace of panic suddenly appeared on her face. She

scolded Mr. Moore inwardly.

Damn it! Why did she have to explain the design ideas?

Just directly declare the end of this round!

"Fuck!" Phoebe gritted her teeth angrily, but she didn't show it on her face. She forced herself to calm

down.

However, no matter how well she hid, Violet, who had been quietly paying attention to her, still saw the

problem on her face, because her smile was too reluctant.

Violet knew what Phoebe was worried about.

How could Phoebe tell the idea of the design which didn’t belong to her?

Violet waited to see how Phoebe would end up in a while.

Thinking about it, Violet straightened her back, took all her attention from Phoebe, and listened

carefully to the designer on the stage to tell their design ideas.

The designer on the stage was fourth. Mr. Moore invited everyone on stage in reverse order.

Soon, the fourth and the third were all finished, and finally it was Violet's turn.

Violet walked to the stage, took the small baton handed over by the third designer, smiled at the

audience, and began to explain, "My design concept is actually very simple. As we all know, the

costumes of ethnic minorities have one thing in common. That is embroidery. Besides technology, the

most important thing in embroidery is color..."

Looking at Violet who was so confident on the stage, Phoebe's jealous eyes were red, and clenched

her skirt so hard that it wrinkled.

She was thinking that if the person on the stage was herself, even if the design was her own, she

would definitely not be able to say so carefully about the design ideas like Violet.

This was the gap between her and Violet. How good Violet was, then it would set off how incompetent

she was.

Violet spoke on stage for nearly ten minutes, and finally finished.

Mr. Moore took the lead in applauding her, because she spoke very wonderfully. Even some of the

details were even more impressive.

"Violet, you are very good!" Mr. Moore looked at Violet, his eyes full of love and recognition for her.

Violet smiled embarrassedly, "Thank you, Mr. Moore. I’m flattered."

"You don't need to thank me. Your talent and design ability deserve such praises. There are not many

designers in our country who are on the international stage. Now I am old, and our domestic design

circle depends on your generation to support. Come on!" Mr. Moore patted her shoulder expectantly.

Violet nodded heavily, and then couldn't help but hugged this old man who had been developing for the

domestic design industry all his life, "Don't worry, Mr. Moore. I won't let you down."

"I believe you." Mr. Moore hugged her back.

Stanley saw this scene and turned the pen in his hand.

Not to mention that Mr. Moore believed Violet, even he believed that in the future, Violet would be the

top in domestic fashion design.

Violet let go of Mr. Moore, turned around and fixed her gaze on Phoebe who was in the audience. A

gleam of light flashed in her eyes. Her smile grew meaningful, "Phoebe, I'm finished. It's your turn."

In the face of everyone's gaze and Violet's urging, Phoebe was a little embarrassed. After secretly

gritting her teeth, she had to slide her wheelchair up.

But when she slid halfway, her face suddenly changed. She bent over to cover her belly, and cried out

in pain.

This change not only shocked the people present, but also shocked the viewers watching the live

broadcast. The bullet comments were, “What happened to her?” Even Violet was also affected by

Phoebe at the moment. She was stunned.

"Phoebe, are you okay?" Bruce hurriedly walked to Phoebe, squatted down next to Phoebe and asked

eagerly.

Phoebe pinched her broken leg secretly. The severe pain from the broken leg made her pale instantly,

with cold sweat on her forehead. Her breath was uneven. She replied, "My... my stomach hurts."

"Stomach hurts?" Bruce quickly looked at her stomach.

Phoebe nodded weakly, "It seems like something is biting me. No, it hurts badly!"

When she finished speaking, she screamed and suddenly fainted.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. The live broadcast room was also chaotic. Violet opened her

mouth wide and was surprised why Phoebe fainted suddenly.

The only calm one was Stanley. He stared at Phoebe who had fainted in the live broadcast room. Then

he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Phoebe's situation at this time reminded him of what happened in the hospital some time ago.

At that time, he had just finished speaking cancelling the marriage contract with her, then she fainted

like this. This time, maybe it was the same.