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"Gone?" Stanley frowned deeply.

Violet said yes, and then she showed him the documents, "It's all blank paper. My design draft was stolen!"

"Some stole your design draft?" Phoebe sneered, "Violet, is it possible that you didn't draw it at all but you deliberately made an excuse now? Who would steal your design draft?"

"Really?" Violet turned her head and looked at Phoebe deeply.

Phoebe patted the table angrily, "What do you mean? Why are you looking at me like this? Is it possible that you think I stole it?"

"I didn't say it was you. Director Hunt, you don't have to react so much." Violet replied with a calm face and a cold voice.

Phoebe felt embarrassed. Then she was so furious, just about to say something.

Stanley couldn't stand it anymore. He pursed his lips and reprimanded, "Enough!"

"What?" Phoebe pointed at Violet, "Stanley, not only did she delay the conference, but..."

"Don't you understand what I said?" Stanley interrupted her sharply. His face was so gloomy.

Phoebe was a little scared. Immediately, she didn’t dare to speak.

Afterwards, Stanley glanced at her gloomily before turning his gaze to Violet, "Are there any copies?"

"Yes, I am accustomed to backing up a copy in my computer, but I guess it's gone too." With that, Violet immediately turned on the computer to check the scanned document. Sure enough, it was empty.

In this regard, apart from being angry, she was not surprised at all.

After all, since that person stole the design draft, so how could he let go of the copies?

Stanley was silent, tapping lightly with his fingertips on the table, making people unable to see what he was thinking about.

After a while, he suddenly stood up and said, "This is the end of today's meeting. Regarding the assessment of the first draft of ‘Born of Fire’, we will discuss it next time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the meeting room walked out twos and threes.

Soon, only three of them were left in the meeting room.

one hand and the briefcase in the other, "Mr. Murphy, I want

your design draft?" Stanley guessed

Violet nodded. At the same time, she glanced at Phoebe from the corner of her eyes, wanting to

and did not panic at all, which made Violet suddenly a

It wasn't Phoebe?

was thinking, Stanley

you." Violet suppressed the doubts in her mind, and thanked Stanley. Then

squinted at Phoebe, "It’s

on her face, "Stanley,

doubt you, but that you have done it before, besides, you targeted

her feet, seeming to be angry at his distrust, "I admit that I had targeted her, but I really didn't steal her draft. If it was me,

was stunned for a second. Then he looked down and

little shaken by what she said. She

hopefully, "Stanley, you believe me. Last time you

patted the wrinkles on his sleeves, "I hope you didn't do it, or you

speaking, he stopped looking at her

the monitoring room, Violet crossed her arms on her chest and stared at the various displays, for fear of missing any

and stopped. He looked at the displays with her, "How is it? Did you

this is the second time I saw it. From yesterday to this morning, no one has touched my

is wrong!" Stanley

"Yes, I

had touched her position, but her design drafts were missing, and the scans were

was obviously

But what went wrong?

and was lost in

she suddenly thought of something. Her pretty eyes narrowed, "Mr. Murphy, I'm sorry to mess up today's meeting. Please give me some time. I will figure this matter out.

She bowed to Stanley.

just leave

who stole her first

Stanley looked at Violet

of her little helper, Violet

eyebrows, "Okay, then I will give you one day. If you don't have any clues, you must redraw the first draft. Besides, it can’t be the previous one.

Violet straightened her back and