Chapter 150 George''s Apology


    At this moment, President of the Branch on the stage just announced how to obtain the ce.


    It was thepetition again. The best designers in J City’s various studios andpanies could


    participate in thepetition. Then the designer who won the first ce could participate in


    internationalpetitions on behalf of the studio orpany and the country to which it belonged.


    "It''s so simple!" Violet whispered while turning her pen.


    A designer next to her heard it and nced at her in amazement, "Simple? Do you know how many


    clothingpanies and studios are there in J City?"


    Violet thought for a while, raised her eyebrows and replied, "There are hundreds of them in total."


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    "Yes, hundreds of studios andpanies mean there are hundreds of contestants. Among them there


    are several talents, such as Lina Saunders from Bluestar Studio, Phoebe from the Light, and Huachen


    Studio… Of course, besides these, there is the biggest dark horse!" The designer raised a finger, her


    face very serious.


    Seeing the designer''s fear of the dark horse, Violet couldn''t help but got serious. She stopped turning


    the pen in her hand, "What''s the name of the dark horse you''re talking about? "


    "I don''t know. I only know that she belongs to the Murphy Group. Have you seen the big show of the


    Murphy Groupst time?" The designer leaned close to Violet.


    Violet nodded, "Born of Fire?"


    "Yes, the dark horse I''m talking about is the chief designer of that big show. The clothes disyed on


    that big show are awesome. It can be seen that her talents don’t lose to that of those top designers at


    all, but she is just not as famous as them. I think she must be the one who can win thepetition


    ce in the end." The designer touched her chin with a face of certainty.


    Violet lowered her head slightly, covered her lips and smiled.


    She was originally thinking about finding out more about this dark horse. By that time, she would have


    a little understanding of her opponent in the spotpetition.


    Unexpectedly, this dark horse was actually herself.


    "What are youughing at?" Seeing Violet suddenlyughed, the designer was a little unhappy.


    Violet waved her hand, "Nothing. Thank you. I will definitely strive to get this ce."


    After speaking, she closed the notebook, put it in front of her chest and stood up.


    After listening to what Violet said, the designer blinked nkly, and then reacted. She pointed at Violet


    surprisingly and excitedly, "You... you are that..."


    "Hush!" Violet put a finger to her mouth, and made a quiet gesture to the designer, "Low-key!"


    The designer nodded in excitement. Her eyes were gleaming, as if she saw her idol, "Got it! Got it!"


    "Goodbye!" Violet smiled and waved to her, turned and walked out of the meeting room.


    Outside the meeting room, Violet met Stanley again.


    He was leaning against the wall with his head hanging slightly, one hand in his trouser pocket, one


    hand holding a cigarette. Half of the cigarette was burned, and a long piece of soot hung.


    Violet stopped and stared at him.


    She always knew that he would smoke. Because she had smelled smoke from him several times, but


    she had never seen him smoke with her own eyes.


    This time, she finally saw it. He looked so cool, and there was a slight vicissitudes of life, making others


    could not help but wanted to get close to him and to know everything about him.


    "You’re here?" Just as Violet was staring at Stanley attentively, Stanley flicked the soot and suddenly


    raised his head to look at her.


    Violet''s eyes shed. She organized her thoughts and nodded as a response, then walked past him to


    the elevator.


    "Wait!" Stanley dropped the cigarette butt and caught up to grab her arm.


    Violet was caught by him so unpreparedly. She turned around so suddenly and mmed into Stanley''s


    arms.


    The top of her head hit the man''s chin.


    She was fine, but the man wasn’t. Then he let go of her arm and covered his lips.


    Violet hurriedly looked up. Stanley was frowning and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his


    forehead. A bit of pain shed in his eyes. It was obvious that he got injured.


    "Mr. Murphy, where did you hurt?" Violet asked hurriedly. While asking, she eagerly looked at his face.


    Stanley caught the tension and worry in her eyes. Then he put down the hand covering his lips, and


    said in a deep voice, "It''s okay. When you hit my chin just now, my teeth bit the tip of my tongue."


    "Open your mouth! Let me see if it is serious." Violet stretched out her hand to touch the man''s lips.


    The man leaned back and avoided her, "I’m fine."


    Violet put her hands down, "Since it''s okay, I have to go first."


    After speaking, she recovered the cold and indifferent appearance.


    Stanley pursed his lower lip, "Violet, are you hiding from me on purpose?"


    Violet lowered her eyelids, covered the look in her eyes, and then forced a smile, "Howe? Mr.


    Murphy, why am I hiding from you? I haven''t done anything wrong."


    Stanley frowned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the


    cell phone.


    Violet felt that the call came in a timely manner. After apologizing to him, she took the phone out of her


    bag.


    However, looking at the caller ID on the screen, her face became moreplicated.


    Stanley saw it, too. His eyes narrowed coldly. He had an urge to grab her mobile phone and hang up.


    But before he could do this, Violet answered, "Hey, George, you woke up!"


    Stanley stared at her phone, wondering what they would say.


    Violet naturally noticed his gaze, but just ignored it.


    "I just woke up for a while and didn''t see you. The nurse said you have returned." On the other side of


    the phone, George was lying on the hospital bed. His face was still a little sickly pale.


    Violet said, "I leftst night and arrived this morning."


    "Is it because of me?" George coughed twice and asked with sad looks in his eyes.


    Violet''s lips moved, "Not all, but mainly for the meeting."


    "Sorry, Violet, I scared you. I drank too much at the time. I didn''t know what I was doing. After I woke


    up, I realize that I did that kind of things to you. I''m really sorry, Violet, please forgive me!" George


    apologized with guilt.


    But in his eyes, there was no slightest apology, but rather gloom.


    Violet couldn''t see it, so she naturally believed his sincere apology. The grudge against him dissipated


    a lot, and the smile on her face became natural, "Well, I forgive you."


    Hearing this, Stanley''s thin lips pressed into a straight line.


    Although he couldn''t hear what George was talking about, he could guess it from her forgiveness. He


    felt a little unhappy.


    On the other side of the phone, George''s surprised voice came, "Really? Thank you, Violet."


    "Really, it''s just you..."


    "I know. I won''t drink so much wine in the future and do that kind of thing to you." George interrupted


    her, pushing his sses with his slender middle finger. A dim light shed across his eyes, "But Violet,


    my confession at the time was true. I have liked you for five years. From the first time I saw you, I liked


    you."


    Violet didn''t expect that George would confess to her on the phone once again. Her heart beat fast


    suddenly, and then she nced at Stanley subconsciously.


    Stanley saw a guilty conscience in her eyes and couldn''t help but raised his eyebrows.


    Why did she feel guilty?