One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 179 Game Starts

"The person who is about to die?" Violet's eyes widened slightly.

Stanley said, "Ivy herself told us that the person may be die only in two or three months."

Hearing this, Violet's face slowly recovered as before. She finally felt relieved.

So it should be a seriously ill person.

It seemed that they really misunderstood Ivy.

Thinking about it, Violet lowered her head with an awkward expression on her face, "Sorry, Mr. Murphy,

I misunderstood Miss Ellis."

“Never mind. Ivy's reaction at the time is indeed easy to make people think about too much. I am the

same." Stanley's eyes fell on her, which meant that she didn't need to apologize.

Violet raised her head, "Since it's a misunderstanding, forget it. Mr. Murphy, we have to go."

After speaking, she took the hands of the two children and entered the elevator.

Stanley also followed in.

Violet frowned when she saw it.

Stanley's eyes fell on her side face. How could he not know what she was thinking about? His eyes

sank, then he said, "I want to go downstairs too."

Could it be that she was going to drive away a person who was going downstairs?

Violet knew what he meant. Of course she wouldn't do it, but she could pretend that he didn't exist.

So Violet took the hands of the two children and deliberately moved a little away from Stanley, then

looked at the elevator display, directly ignoring Stanley completely.

Stanley also knew this. He was very unhappy and he wanted to confess to her that he also had feelings

for her, so she didn't need to do this.

But he couldn’t. He hadn’t found out the person who wanted to kill her yet.

If he confessed his feelings to her, she and the two children would be even more dangerous.

Thinking of this, Stanley narrowed his eyes coldly, and clenched his hands in his trouser pockets.

Neither of them spoke. The elevator was very quiet. Only the breathing could be heard. It was so

depressed that even the two children became nervous.

It wasn't until the elevator door was opened that Violet took the two children and walked out. Then the

two children relaxed.

"What's the matter with you guys?" Seeing the reaction of the two children, Violet was a little

dumbfounded.

The two children shook their heads, "Nothing. Mommy, let's go home."

"Well, go home." Violet touched their heads, led them into the car.

After they got into the car, Violet opened the driver's door, but didn't get on. She looked back.

She didn't see Stanley's figure. Obviously, he came down with her together.

But Violet didn't think too much, and quickly looked away. She bent over, got into the car, and drove

away.

When her car was far away and only one taillight was visible, Stanley finally walked out of the hospital

gate. He held the mobile phone tightly in his hand, slowly putting it to his ear, "Intensify the

investigation. In a week, find out the murderer behind the scenes."

He didn't want to investigate it slowly anymore.

Now Violet was really far away from him. If it continued like this, her feelings for him would fade.

"But Mr. Murphy, will it be too difficult? We have investigated for so long before but we haven't found it

out. A week..." Fraser was very embarrassed.

Stanley said, "You can go to Colin."

Fraser's eyes widened, "Mr. Murphy, do you want the government to help you?"

Stanley nodded, "Colin owed Grandpa a favor. If you ask him, he will help."

"I see. With the support of Colin, we will definitely find out that person." Fraser clenched his fists

excitedly.

Although Mr. Murphy was very powerful, there were many restrictions. It was impossible for him to

investigate a person thoroughly, otherwise it would cause some government’s dissatisfaction.

But as long as the government allowed, these restrictions would naturally disappear.

After hanging up the phone, Stanley slowly put down the phone. He took a look at the direction Violet

was driving away, before turning around and returning to the hospital.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed.

This week, Violet was very busy, basically rushed between the studio and the factory. She even didn’t

have time to go to the hospital.

After she finished the work, the top fourteen were finally selected by Design Association. With her and

Phoebe, it was 16 people in total. It was about hold the8-quarter final.

On the day of the game, Jessie pushed George out of the hospital to cheer Violet.

"Violet, come on!" Jessie stood behind George's wheelchair and waved to Violet.

George also smiled and encouraged her, "Violet, I believe you will be able to get the final spot."

"Thank you, I will try my best." Violet nodded, feeling moved. With their support, she walked towards

the building of Design Association confidently.

As soon as she walked to the door, she bumped into Phoebe, who had rushed over from the other side.

Both of them were taken aback.

But Violet was the first to react and glanced at Phoebe faintly. She didn't intend to pay attention to

Phoebe, and was going to go straight in.

However, Phoebe yelled, "Stop!"

Violet stopped and looked down at Phoebe in the wheelchair, "What’s up?"

"I'm the wounded. You should let me go in first!" Phoebe raised her chin and said with an arrogant

expression on her face.

Violet felt speechlessly, "Phoebe, you really have to fight with me for everything. Now you actually fight

with me which one can go in the building first. So childish."

"So what? As long as it makes you unhappy, I will be happy." Phoebe smiled at Violet triumphantly.

Violet’s face sank, "Really? What if I say, I won't let you go in?"

"You can try. There are reporters around here. They hide here every day in order to know the progress

of the game. If they photograph that the chief designer of ‘Born of Fire’ fights with a wounded person,

you will be scolded to death by people on the Internet." Phoebe said with a smile.

Violet pursed her red lips, "You want to use public opinion to make me give in."

"Yes, people on the Internet don't know our relationship, let alone our grudges. They only believe what

they see, so why don't I use it?" Phoebe shrugged.

Violet had to admit that what Phoebe said was indeed right. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

People on the Internet never went after the truth of the matter, they just commented everything they

saw.

If she really didn’t let Phoebe go in today, she would definitely be scolded by people on the Internet,

something like disrespect for the wounded, being arrogant, etc. Maybe it would bring a bad influence to

Design Association, then they would be dissatisfied to her.

"Okay, I'll let you go in first." Violet sneered and took a step back, letting out the way.

Phoebe adjusted the direction of the wheelchair, but did not rush to go in. Instead, she raised her head

and sneered at Violet, "If it weren't for fearing that the matter would get worse and I was warned by

Design Association, I really want the reporter to photograph the picture that you argue with the

wounded, letting people on the Internet scold you to death."

After that, Phoebe controlled the wheelchair to enter.

Violet looked at Phoebe’s back and couldn't help but sneered.

It was ridiculous that Phoebe even wanted to fight with her in such boring things, as if she could get the

first place if she went in first.

Violet shook her head helplessly. Then she took a breath, straightened her hair, adjusted her mentality,

and then walked into the building to the venue.

The venue was actually the conference room of Design Association. Because there were only 16

people in total, Design Association dropped the venue for special competitions and held it in the

conference room.

Moreover, in order to be sure of the fairness of the final rounds of the competition, Design Association

also invited several fashion media to broadcast the whole process of the competition.

After Violet learned of it, a sharp light flashed across her eyes. She looked at Phoebe.