Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Provoke you?" Stanley wrinkled his brow.

Violet nodded, "Yeah, at the party, she kept staring at me, and when I looked over, she gave me a provocative look, thinking I'd lash out at her for it and then take the opportunity to make me lose face, but unfortunately, I wouldn't even pay attention to her."

Stanley lifted his chin slightly after hearing her words, "That's good, don't bother with her, but still be careful, although this kind of small character doesn't need to be in your eyes, sometimes it will disgust you when you're defenseless."

Violet nodded, "I know, don't worry, but speaking of which, Sophie has really changed so much, I remember when I first met her, she wasn't a good person either, but she hid it well, and now, she doesn't hide anything anymore, just like Ivy."

In the beginning, Ivy was also very good at disguising herself, obviously a devil, but disguised herself as a soft white rabbit, making the heart pity and care.

At the end of the day, that little white rabbit look is broken down and it reveals itself as a faceless abomination.

The current Sophie was the previous Ivy.

Stanley narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "She's indeed similar to Ivy, but she doesn't have Ivy's intelligence, nor does she have Ivy's tactics, the reason she's revealing her true nature now is that she's been held too high by that rich second generation behind her, so she's dropped her disguise."

People like Sophie are, to put it bluntly, gold worshippers, bent on marrying into a wealthy family but boasting that they don't like rich people, giving themselves the appearance of being noble, looking down on rich people and disdaining them to.

Some shrewd and wealthy people would naturally see her hypocrisy at a glance, but keep their mouths shut and be willing to have some fun with her.

But this kind of rich person, is not going to pay too much for Sophie, at most take Sophie to eat and go in and out of some high-end places, but will not really spend the money on Sophie.

The other kind is the rich man with a brain problem, the proud and conceited kind, this kind of person won't think much, so he won't be able to see Sophie's true face, instead, he will think that a girl like Sophie who doesn't love money is rare, so he will use money to pursue Sophie.

Sophie, on the other hand, might pretend to refuse at first, but later on, she would slowly accept, and as that rich man spent more and more money, Sophie's pretended nobility would slowly dissipate and eventually completely expose her hypocritical and greedy nature, and once exposed, Sophie would turn into her true ugly self, and she herself would not even notice the change in herself.

The current Sophie, should be the latter, was followed by the rich second generation with money high, forget to continue to pretend, become proud, become foxes, bullying to come. And such Sophie soon will be dumped by the rich second generation.

Thinking, Stanley's thin lips curved up into a cool arc and said, "As long as Sophie doesn't bother you during the competition, you don't have to care about her, she'll play herself to death."

"I know." Violet nodded her head.

After that the couple said something else before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

The next day was the official start of the competition.

Violet went to the competition with Aimee and sat down at the judges' table with her name written on it.

The contestants enter one by one and find their own seats.

At this point, the host of the competition took the podium and began announcing the theme for the first game.

After this match, the judges are going to draw lots and pick contestants for their groups.

That said, this is also a divisional match.

Offstage, Sophie, who was sitting in the corner, heard the host announce the theme of the competition and she was confused.

Themes, there are actually themes!

Designers are asked, based on that topic, to come up with designs that fit that topic.

This caused Sophie's face to freeze and her heart to be filled with panic.

She never knew that the competition had to have a theme, she thought it was just a matter of a few hundred designers sitting together and then each playing to their strengths and drawing the best design they could, but to her surprise, it actually had to fit the theme.

Then what's the point of memorizing all those designs before!

Sophie gripped the pencil, her joints were white, and her hand was trembling slightly, so that she wanted to break the pencil, her face was anxious and panicked.

What to do?

What to do?

Sophie's flustered and helpless look was seen by Aimee, who had been watching her, and her eyes narrowed before she gently tugged on Violet's sleeve and moved over to lower her voice, "Violet, look!" She pointed at Sophie.

Violet looked up and saw Sophie's appearance, her pretty eyebrows raised before her red lips finally hooked, "She's starting to panic."

"Yes, she heard that the competition was to fit the theme, which means that the design she wrote down in advance and was going to copy would not be used at all, so it's strange that she didn't panic." Aimee said with contempt.

Violet turned the pen in her hand, "Alright, leave her alone, she made her own death, who is to blame?"

"No, I'll tease her." After saying that, Aimee picked up the microphone, a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes.

When Violet saw her like this, she shook her head helplessly, but didn't stop and let her go.

If it had been any other designer, she would have stopped it.

But Sophie? Forget it, if Aimee wants to play, let Aimee play.

Violet put her head back down and continued writing something on the paper.

And Aimee looked at Sophie, held up the microphone and spoke, "That contestant, contestant No. 120."

120?

Who is it?

Some contestants craned their heads towards the back, and some, who were leaning back, looked towards the front.

The crowd's eyes finally settled on the table marked with the number 120.

Sophie was chewing on her pen with her head down, trying to figure out a solution to her current predicament, when she suddenly felt many eyes fall on her and raised her head suspiciously.

As soon as she looked up, she saw all the contestants staring at her, her heart thumped and her face became even more flustered, "What...... What's wrong, what are you guys looking at me for?" Could it be that they found out about those designs she copied when she entered the competition?

Thinking that there was this possibility, Sophie's face gradually turned white and her body had to be like sieve chaff.

Luckily, one of the contestants sitting at the table next to her, and the one she had the best relationship with at the banquet last night, half covered her mouth and reminded, "Sophie, Miss Chambers is calling you."

"Miss Chambers?" Sophie was greatly relieved to hear that it was someone calling her and that it wasn't that she had been caught copying someone else's design, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated as she finally calmed down and looked in the direction the contestant was pointing, right into eye contact with Aimee at the judges' table.

A dark light flashed in Aimee's eyes, which passed in an instant, and she spoke again, "Contestant 120, may I ask if you are not feeling well?"

"Not feeling well? No...... No!" Sophie shook her head, not understanding why she was asking herself that.

Aimee added, "Really no? Just now, I saw that you were very pale and your body was trembling a bit, so I thought you were sick."

"I'm not sick, I'm just a bit nervous about the competition, so thank you for your concern." Sophie squeezed the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a smile.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Aimee lifted her chin, "So that's how it is, so can you still continue the competition? If you can't, you can quit."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐