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.

down, when a female voice full of malice suddenly came from the door,

Phoebe!

and saw Phoebe carrying her bag against the door frame. Violet frowned slightly,

clothes on the catwalk were torn, of course I came

her red lips, "Who did

it. Tsk-tsk, look at those clothes. Being cut like this, it is so miserable!" Phoebe's gaze fell on the

her so excited and crazy, Violet narrowed her eyes, "It's you,

"What?" Phoebe was startled.

a certain tone, "You ruined

eyes, which was fleeting. She laughed, "Why do you say it's me? Is there any

there are several doubts that point to you." Violet

her

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 target me so

loudly, "It's not

a pity?" Violet

from the corner of her eyes and laughed, "Unfortunately, it's all wrong, Violet, you're screwed up. I'm waiting for

on high heels

back, raised her eyebrows and muttered, "Am I screwed up?

Violet took out her mobile phone from her bag, dialed phone number and went out, "Hey, Jessie, can

what

know when you come. Hurry up! I'll wait for

"Okay!" Jessie nodded.

hanging up the phone, Violet found a few strong and sturdy staff members and went to wait outside the gate of the fashion

about twenty minutes,

asked the staffs to unload the boxes in the truck one by one, while she stood by, counted and directed, "Be careful. Don't get them knocked. After I finish the count, move them to the

"Okay!" Jessie answered.

stopped in front of Violet. The

looked at Violet, who was bending over and walking around the boxes, frowned, "What are you

and looked over when she

said, "What are

notebook in her hand and

raised his

Mr. Murphy, I won't tell you anymore. The big show is about to begin. I have to hurry up to prepare.

staffs to