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.

rubbed her temples and was about to clap her hands to calm them down, when a female voice full of malice suddenly came from the door, "Oh, it's

Phoebe!

carrying her bag against the door frame. Violet frowned

on the catwalk were torn, of

her red lips, "Who

has nothing to do with you. You’d better think about how to deal with it. Tsk-tsk, look at those clothes. Being cut like this, it is so miserable!" Phoebe's gaze fell on

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

"What?" Phoebe was startled.

approached her with a certain tone, "You ruined

She laughed, "Why do you say

evidence, but there are several doubts that point to you." Violet

at her calmly,

know the news that the clothes were damaged so soon. This shows that this matter is related to you. Secondly, you and

if she heard the big joke, Phoebe laughed loudly, "It's not bad. It's a wonderful reasoning. But it's

pity?"

wrong, Violet, you're screwed

stepped on high heels and walked

looked at Phoebe’s back, raised her eyebrows and muttered, "Am I screwed up? How could it

went out, "Hey, Jessie, can you

but what happened?" Jessie

you come. Hurry up! I'll wait for

"Okay!" Jessie nodded.

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

about twenty minutes, Jessie arrived with a small

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 them. Don't let anyone open these boxes. If anyone doesn't listen to you,

"Okay!" Jessie answered.

of Violet. The rear window

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

up straight and looked over when she heard

said, "What

closed the notebook in her hand

raised his

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

asked the staffs to lift the remaining