Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 198 Who Is the Plagiarist

Stanley raised his head from the computer, revealing a handsome face.

He didn't look at her phone, but said, "I know she has a unique talent in design. This competition is just a piece of cake for her."

"Stanley, you really have confidence in Miss Hunt." Ivy smiled stiffly.

Stanley lowered his head again, "It's not me who have confidence in her. Her talent is qualified to make everyone have confidence in her."

"Really?" A dim light flashed into Ivy's eyes. Then she said nothing.

After a while, she saw that Violet's design was almost finished and only the colors were needed. She quietly made a screenshot of Violet's design when Stanley didn't see her and then lifted the quilt. "Stanley." Ivy's cheeks were slightly blushed. She called Stanley's name a little embarrassed.

Stanley looked up at her, "What's the matter?"

"I want to go to the bathroom." Ivy put the phone in the pocket of the patient gown.

Stanley saw it, but didn't think too much. He closed the computer, put it aside and helped her out of the hospital bed to the bathroom door, "Can you do it yourself? If you can't, I will let the nurse come in and help you."

"No need." Ivy waved her hand and smiled gently, "Although I don't have much strength, it's okay to go to the toilet."

With that, she closed the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, Ivy came out of the bathroom.

Stanley helped her back to the hospital bed.

After lying on the bed, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and clicked into the live broadcast room again to watch the game.

At the competition site, Violet was already coloring her design.

She painted quickly, and her hands were almost dancing.

As she painted more and more colors, the smile on her face grew deeper.

When Phoebe saw it, not only was she sweating profusely, but she was also under great pressure.

Seeing Violet's face, she knew that Violet's design was about to be completed. But in front of her was still a blank sheet of paper.

"Am I going to lose?" Phoebe looked blankly at the blank paper in front of her, feeling very unwilling, but helpless. Because she really couldn't draw it.

However, at this moment, a reporter suddenly passed by Phoebe and dropped a small paper ball in her design notebook at a very fast speed.

Phoebe didn't know why she subconsciously covered the small paper ball with her hand, and then turned to look at the reporter.

The reporter smiled at her and made a gesture to signal her to open the ball of paper.

Phoebe hesitated for a while, then she did so. She secretly opened the paper ball, and then she saw the paper ball read, "If you want to win, go to the bathroom."

The short nine words immediately made Phoebe's eyes brightened and her heartbeat accelerated.

Although she didn't know what the reporter wanted to do and why he helped her, in order to win, she could only risk a gamble.

Thinking of this, Phoebe raised her hand, "Minister Hodge!"

Everyone looked at her.

Violet also stopped the color pens in her hand and looked at Phoebe.

Phoebe put her hand down, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Go. Ten minutes at most." Minister Hodge frowned, but agreed.

"Okay." Phoebe was overjoyed and controlled the wheelchair out of the conference room.

Violet looked at the direction Phoebe was leaving, narrowing her eyes.

Did Phoebe really go to the bathroom?

After thinking for a few seconds, Violet didn't know whether Phoebe was actually going to the bathroom or not. So she didn't think about it anymore, lowered her head and continued to color the design. Even if Phoebe didn't go to the bathroom, Violet wouldn't believe it what else could Phoebe do in just ten minutes.

Soon, in about seven or eight minutes, Phoebe returned. Sweeping away the decadence, she was very refreshed, and even the look in her eyes when she looked at Violet became weird.

"Huh?" Violet noticed it, frowning, with a bad feeling. She always felt that there was something wrong after Phoebe came back this time.

But she couldn't tell where it was wrong. She could only be sure that Phoebe must have a problem.

Beware of it silently, Violet retracted her gaze and continued to draw.

Phoebe was also starting to draw the design, and the speed was also very fast which was the same as Violet's speed of coloring. When she drew, she hid her own design. Even the viewers in the live broadcast room could not see what she was drawing. It was very mysterious.

Before long, time was up.

"Stop." Minister Hodge tapped the table with the laser pointer and looked at Violet and Phoebe, "You two, hand in the work."

Violet nodded, got up and handed in the design.

Phoebe followed closely behind.

After handing in the design, Violet went down, and Phoebe followed.

Minister Hodge turned over the designs of the two and began to compare them. The first thing he looked at was Violet's design.

It was the silver fishtail one-shoulder long dress, which outlined the perfect figure of women, coupled with ruby jewelry. The collision of red and silver gave others a great visual impact. It was a very good design.

Minister Hodge smiled in satisfaction, put the design draft aside, and then picked up Phoebe's.

But the moment he saw Phoebe's design, his face changed and became gloomy, "What's the matter?"

What was going on?

The people in the conference room and the viewers in the live broadcast room were at a loss. They didn't understand what had happened that made Minister Hodge so angry.

Only Phoebe was very clear. She smiled.

Violet pursed her lips, "Did you do something?"

"Who knows?" Phoebe smirked, but didn't answer.

Minister Hodge put their designs on the big screen.

For a while, everyone was in an uproar.

The two designs on the big screen were very similar. Except for the skirt hem and the color of the skirt, the others were almost the same.

This situation clearly showed a result, which was that one of them plagiarized.

Violet almost broke the pencil in her hand. She clenched her fists tightly, and her nails almost moved into the flesh.

She finally knew why Phoebe became so refreshed after she came back from the bathroom.

It turned out that someone helped Phoebe to copy her design!

"You two, who can tell me who copied whom?" Minister Hodge on the stage swept Violet and Phoebe sternly, and asked in a cold voice.

Before Violet stood up to answer, Phoebe took the lead in raising her hand to speak, "Minister Hodge, she copied mine."

Violet laughed, as if she heard a big joke. She looked at Phoebe sarcastically, "I copied yours? I haven't left since I sat in this position. How did I copy yours??" "Right." Someone in the conference room nodded.

The bullet comments in the live broadcast room were also saying that they didn't believe Violet plagiarized.

"Stanley, Miss Hunt seems to be in trouble." Ivy watched the live broadcast. Her eyes flashed, but she pretended that she looked worried for Violet.

"What's the trouble?" Stanley stopped typing the keyboard and looked at her.

Seeing that he cared so much about Violet, Ivy's eyes became cold, and her hand holding the phone tightened a lot.

But her voice was still gentle, "Miss Hunt and your ex-fiancée get in to the plagiarism incident. The final design drafts of them were submitted at the same time, but the design drawings submitted were almost the same. The only difference is the hem and the color."

"What?" Stanley narrowed his eyes and grabbed her phone directly.

At the scene, Phoebe smiled disdainfully, "What you meant is that I left my position, so I copied your design?"☐☐☐☐