Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Yes, although the Moore family is a clothing company, it also sells cloth. Because of Mr. Moore, the cloth our company needs are all provided by the Moore family." The colleague explained.

Violet nodded suddenly, "So that's it. I got it. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The colleague waved his hand.

After he left, Violet put the business card in her bag, and then went to Phoebe with the bag to apply for a business trip.

She thought that Phoebe would make things difficult for her, but unexpectedly, Phoebe directly approved her to go out.

Phoebe was so nice suddenly, which made Violet feel strange.

But Violet didn't think too much. After looking at Phoebe suspiciously, she took the proof of a business trip and went to the cloth factory of the Moore family.

Because of the fiber dust, the cloth factories were all built in areas with few people in the suburbs.

When Violet arrived there, it was already noon.

She got out of the car, looked at the surroundings, and walked towards the guard room, "Hello, I am a designer from the Murphy Group. I came here to pick up the goods. Where is your supervisor?"

"The supervisor is supervising the assembly line." The guard took her work permit, verified her identity, and opened the gate.

Violet thanked him and then walked in with taking back her work permit.

Afterwards, the guard took her to the supervisor.

When the supervisor heard Violet's intentions, he showed an embarrassed expression on his face, "Miss Hunt, I'm really sorry, but the cloth you want is sold out."

"What?" Violet was taken aback, then frowned, "Sold out?"

"Yes." The supervisor nodded with a smile.

Violet couldn't laugh. She pursed her red lips. "Sir, I remember my colleagues came here to pick up the goods yesterday, but because of the type, they didn't take them away. The goods should still be here. How could you say it's sold out?"

"Of course they were taken away by other companies. Other companies also need the cloth." The supervisor replied.

Violet looked at him incredulously, "Who?"

can't tell you. The details of

that, Violet was speechless, "Sir, you are way out of line. It is the cloth of the Murphy Group. How can you give them to others? Who gives you

suddenly sounded

figure who was walking

"You go down first. I'll

nodded,

high heels, she was a little higher than Violet, then she deliberately lifted her chin and looked

her eyes at Suzy, "I really didn't expect it. But why did you do this? Do you know the consequences

lips with a disapproving expression on her face, "I only know that you can't

were cold, "So you gave

I see who else will

I didn't steal your necklace."

think I believe it? You didn't steal my necklace? How could my necklace be in your bag?" Suzy pointed to Violet's bag, firmly believing that

felt tired. "Fine, don’t talk about it first. Let's talk about the cloth first. How did you know that I would be here?

your business?" Suzy refused to

stared at Suzy closely, "Is

Suzy's face changed.

clenched her fists

for her colleague in

didn't make things difficult for her in the application for

let Miss Moore give the cloth to other companies."

in surprise. Then she subconsciously replied, "How

with complicated eyes. It

figure out such an obvious

worry about how I know it. Miss Moore, about this matter, you’d better think about what punishment you will receive. I don't want to talk to you

her mobile phone and was about

it, Suzy remembered that Violet had known her grandfather. Suzy felt a little scared. Then she immediately snatched Violet’s mobile phone and threw it

the

the broken mobile phone on the ground, Violet was

won’t let you tell my

breath and suppressed the anger, "Miss More, do you think everything will be fine if you throw my phone away? If I can't finish my work, they will know it is you sooner or later. The cloth is the Murphy Group wants. Even if you are the eldest lady of the More family, with Mr. Moore as your backer, you still

not only caused Violet’s trouble, but also suppressed Suzy, a potential rival in love, which