Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

Violet's sharp eyes swept across their faces one by one, "Who first discovered that the clothes were damaged?"

"It's us together." In the crowd, three young girls raised their hands.

Violet walked over, "Then tell me, what time was it in the morning when you came?"

"We can't remember the exact time, but it should be around six o'clock."

"Then when you came in, the clothes were already broken?"

"Yes." The three girls nodded.

Violet lowered her eyelids. After a few seconds of contemplation, she walked past these clothing assistants and to the door to check the lock.

When she saw the door lock was not ruined, her face was as cold as ice.

The clothes were broken before six o'clock in the morning. It could be seen that the criminal came in at midnight last night and had not broken the door lock. Obviously, the staff of the fashion hall participated in this matter.

Thinking about this, Violet looked at these clothing assistants and said solemnly, "All of you stay here. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out of the dressing room, or don't blame me for being rude!"

After speaking, she strode out of the dressing room. While calling the police, she walked to the monitoring room, ready to check the monitoring.

Although she knew that she might not find any clues, she still wanted to give it a try.

Sure enough, just like Violet guessed, there was nothing suspicious about the monitoring.

She watched it twice at three times the speed. From the time she left the fashion hall yesterday to 6 o'clock in the morning, during this period, neither surveillance of the dressing room nor the surveillance of the corridors leading to the dressing room were photographed that someone had entered the dressing room.

This was impossible! No one had been in the dressing room, but the clothes had been scratched. It didn't make sense.

Violet always felt something wrong, but couldn't tell. In desperation, she had to ask the security guard to send a copy of the surveillance to her mobile phone, and then slowly study it later.

The top priority now was the clothes!

Back in the dressing room, there were many more people in the dressing room. They were the models who were about to run the show.

Looking at the damaged clothes, the models complained.

calm them down, when

Phoebe!

immediately turned around and saw Phoebe carrying her bag against the door frame. Violet

your clothes on the catwalk were torn, of

red lips, "Who did

think about how to deal with it. Tsk-tsk, look at those clothes. Being cut like this, it is so miserable!"

crazy, Violet narrowed her eyes,

"What?" Phoebe was startled.

a certain tone, "You

dim light flashed across Phoebe's eyes, which was fleeting. She laughed,

there are several doubts that point to you." Violet stared at

at her

expressionlessly, "First of all, you are not a participant in ‘Born of Fire’, but you can know the news that the clothes were damaged so soon. This shows that this matter is related to you. Secondly, you and I have grudges. You

Phoebe laughed loudly, "It's not bad. It's a wonderful reasoning. But it's a

pity?"

laughed, "Unfortunately, it's all wrong, Violet, you're screwed up.

she stepped on high

at Phoebe’s back, raised her eyebrows and muttered,

her mobile phone from her bag, dialed phone number and went out, "Hey, Jessie, can you deliver the thing I

what happened?"

temples, "You'll know when you come. Hurry up! I'll wait

"Okay!" Jessie nodded.

few strong and sturdy staff members and went to wait outside the gate of the fashion

about twenty minutes, Jessie arrived

directed, "Be careful. Don't get them knocked. After I finish the count, move them to the dressing room. Jessie, you will also follow them. Help me guard

"Okay!" Jessie answered.

black phantom stopped in front of Violet. The rear window of the car rolled down, revealing Stanley's handsome

bending over and walking around the boxes, frowned, "What are

Violet stood up straight and looked over when she

said, "What are

the notebook in her

his

"Well, Mr. Murphy, I won't tell you anymore. The big show is about

to