Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Not for now." Violet shrugged her shoulders, "Since the first round is grouped and doesn't eliminate contestants, I can only leave her behind and let her be eliminated later, after all, I can't keep letting her come to the competition with plagiarized works, it's not fair to the other contestants."

Sophie wasn't a fool. If she wanted to get a higher ranking, naturally she would copy those outstanding works.

And Sophie herself was someone who could not design, but she copied those excellent works to get a ranking and, relatively speaking, eliminate other innocent contestants.

So it was not fair to those contestants.

It was fine if those contestants were eliminated by Sophie's real strength, it was normal for those contestants.

But she copied someone else's work!

So, she would try her best to get Sophie out in the next round.

"So that's how it is." Stanley nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, then said, "Just do as you see fit."

Violet nodded her head.

The two talked for a few more minutes after that and hung up the phone.

After all, it was almost time for the two children to go to bed, and Stanley was going to read a story to both of them and put them to bed.

And he knew she was on the car back to the villa, so he wanted her to get back to rest early too, after all, she would be busy in the next day.

Back at the villa, Violet took a shower and then looked at her account where she usually loaded with unsatisfactory designs. Looking at the pages and pages of designs that were very good for others, but not very satisfactory to herself, the corners of her mouth showed a cold curve.

These works of hers encompassed almost every title that exists today.

That being said, she had drawn designs for various titles, but the ones she wasn't happy with were loaded in this account for keepsakes.

So Sophie would, in all likelihood, continued to copy her designs in the next titles.

If that was true, she would definitely not let Sophie do so.

The designs, though she didn't use them, were her works of efforts, and even if she didn't use them herself, she wouldn't take them to others as a tool to get ahead.

With that thought, Violet's eyes narrowed, then she closed her notebook and turned around to exit the study.

It was useless to be angry at these now, after all, Sophie wasn't in front of her, and it was only next that Sophie would have to suffer.

She wanted Sophie to know that it wasn't for her to take what belonged to others.

Now that she had taken it, she had to pay accordingly!

A night passed and the next day, Violet was woken up by a knock on the door accompanied by Aimee's voice, "Violet, are you up?"

Violet frowned at first when she heard her voice, then opened her eyes and turned her head towards the door, her voice still distinctly sleepy, "Not yet, what's wrong?"

The knocking outside the door stopped, leaving only the sound of Aimee speaking, "Then hurry up and get up, it's time to eat breakfast, we have to go."

"Okay, I know." Violet rubbed her brow, then stretched and sat up, "I'll be right out."

"Well, hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs." Aimee said and turned around and went downstairs.

Violet yawned, lifted the cover and got up, heading for the bathroom.

After a quick wash, she changed into a jumpsuit and opened the door to her room and headed downstairs.

The fiery red jumpsuit set off her already stunningly beautiful face, and was incomparably more aggressive, the kind that would take your breath away at first glance.

The ultimate beauty!

Aimee was sitting on the sofa looking down at her phone, when she heard footsteps, she turned her head to look and saw Violet who was so beautiful, she immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, "Holy shit, Violet, you're so beautiful."

Hearing her best friend's compliment, Violet's face couldn't help but blush, "Not at all."

"You are really beautiful." Aimee stood up, then walked over and took Violet's hand, circling around her, "Violet, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"So exaggerated?" Violet raised an eyebrow.

Aimee said with a serious expression, "I'm not exaggerating, I'm serious, there are many beautiful women, but to be as beautiful as you is really the first time I've seen one, Mr. Murphy is really a lucky man." Hearing that, Violet couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Mr. Murphy is lucky, seriously, in fact Violet, I never told you, since I met you, I have many works that I designed because of you." Aimee said as she pulled her over to the sofa.

Violet was surprised, "Because of me?"

Aimee nodded, "Yes, because you are beautiful, seeing you gives me endless inspiration, because as soon as I think about what jewelry you would wear is the most beautiful, then inspiration will keep coming to my mind, not just me, I believe many designers, seeing you, will feel this way, because design is supposed to discover beauty, you know, everyone's aesthetic is different. M many designers will be inspired when they see you."

Hearing that, Violet smiled and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what she said.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

To put it mildly, she actually looked at her own photos or looked in the mirror and inspiration popped up.

"Okay Aimee, let's eat breakfast first, we have to go to the competition later." Violet said as she rubbed her stomach.

Aimee nodded, "Okay, let's eat first, I'm hungry too."

The two walked together towards the dining room.

After dinner, the two drove to the competition avenue.

Just as they arrived at the entrance, the two met Sophie who had gotten out of a Bentley.

Seeing the designer clothes and bags on Sophie, then looking at her exquisite makeup and hair, and then looking at the car behind Sophie, a trace of mockery flashed in Violet's eyes.

This woman, though gold-worshipping, pretended not to be gold-worshipping at all.

And now, Sophie was probably spoiled by the rich second generation, completely forgetting her pretense of not loving money and truly revealing that villainous aura.

Violet didn't intend to pay attention to Sophie after giving her a glance.

Aimee instead frowned at Sophie, especially the clothes and jewelry Sophie was wearing, her eyes full of disgust.

This look from her stimulated the inferiority complex in Sophie's heart.

Because she knew that she could not compare to these two women in front of her, whether it was her looks, or her temperament, or her abilities and family background.

So seeing women who were better than her in every way, she naturally couldn't accept it in her heart.

"Let's go, Aimee." Violet didn't want to pay attention to Sophie and spoke directly to Aimee.

Aimee nodded, "Okay."

The two were just about to leave, but Sophie was not happy, crossing her arms and speaking, "Mrs. Murphy, you're leaving after just seeing me, you dislike me this much?"

Violet stopped and looked back at her with a frown, "I'm sorry, I don't even put you in my eyes, so naturally I won't dislike you because you're a ball of air to me, do you think I would look at a ball of air any othe way?"

"You!" Sophie's face twisted.

This woman actually compared her to air.

The implication was that the woman treated her as if she didn't exist, which was more difficult for her than disliking her.

At the very least, this woman didn't treat her like air, or at least saw her.

But treating her like air meant this woman did not have her in her eyes, this contemptuous neglect was completely unbearable to her."