Chapter 449 Linda Is Gone


    Pennie didn''t know that she had been targeted by Stanley, and was holding her pencil, anxiously


    waiting for the person to send over the design.


    After waiting for about twenty minutes or so, Pennie saw a holographic projection on her sses, on


    which was none other than a piece of design drawing.


    When she saw the design, Pennie was first amazed, and then she smiled.


    With this design, she could definitely get into Group A, even if her cutting and making skills were bad,


    this design alone would already make her be able to make up for it.


    Pennie hurriedly copied down the design on the holographic projection, and then went to choose the


    fabric.


    By the time she returned from her selection, Violet''s dress had already produced a rough outline.


    Pennie nced at it as she passed by, with an undisguised gloominess on her face.


    Although Violet''s dress was not yet finished, the silhouette already showed the novelty of the design.


    The final product woulde out amazing.


    "Miss Hamilton, what can I do for you?" When Violet saw Pennie staring at her clothes, she couldn''t


    help but narrow her eyes.


    Pennie''s, clutching the fabric, gave a smile on her face as she answered, "No, your design is really


    good, Miss Hunt."


    "Thanks, yours too." Violet''s eyes fell on the fabric she was holding.


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    Pennie chose a fluorescent cloth, which had the smallest range of use.


    This kind of fabric looked good, but if the design was not good, the clothes would be rustic and ugly,


    and the model would go from a fashionable girl to a country vige girl when she wore it.


    So few designers used fluorescent cloths in thepetition.


    Pennie chose fluorescent cloths, so she was confident in her design.


    "Thank you for yourpliment, well, Miss Hunt, I won''t take up your time, and I have to start making


    the clothes." Pennie finished speaking and walked away with a slight nod.


    Violet watched her back and then withdrew her gaze and continued making clothes.


    Two hourster, the dress came into shape.


    After getting permission, Violet carried the clothes to the backstage where the models were and was


    ready to do Linda’s makeup.


    However, Linda was not there.


    "Where is she?" Violet muttered in confusion before asking a model, "Hello, may I ask if you''ve seen


    my model?"


    This model knew Violet and knew who Violet''s model was.


    After all, Linda had been a big hit during this time, getting a lot of fashionable people like her, and her


    future sess was already predetermined.


    So many models hade forward to befriend Linda.


    Now when this model heard Violet''s inquiry, she immediately replied, "Three hours ago, she answered


    a phone call and went out, and she hasn''te back yet."


    Three hours ago?


    Violet pursed her lips.


    Wasn''t that when she was locked in the bathroom and called Linda toe rescue her?


    So Linda hadn''t been back since then?


    Was it possible that she hadn''t returned from her trip to get her fingerprints identified?


    Violet put her clothes down and took out her phone to dial Linda''s number.


    The phone went through, but there was no answer.


    Violet''s heart sank to the bottom, wondering if Linda hadn''t heard the phone, or if the phone wasn''t with


    her, or if something had happened.


    Either way wasn''t good for the current situation.


    "Three fifty." Violet looked at her watch, there was still an hour before the runway show would start, and


    she didn''t know if Linda could make it back within that hour.


    Violet rubbed her hair with some annoyance and sat down in her chair to wait.


    She nned to wait for Linda, in case she was already on her way back.


    However, after waiting for about half an hour, the other designers hade over one after another with


    their clothes in their arms and dressed the models, while Linda hadn''t returned yet.


    Violet couldn''t help but get anxious, not wanting to wait any longer, so she stood up.


    Just as she was about to go out and look for Linda, Pennie''s puzzled voice rang out behind her, "Miss


    Hunt, where''s your model?"


    Violet stopped in her tracks and looked at Pennie.


    Pennie blinked, "Didn''t you finish making your dress long ago? Why are you still here? Is Linda


    missing?"


    With that, she looked around.


    Violet pursed her red lips and nodded, "So I''m going to look for her."


    "Look for her?" Pennie was surprised, "So Miss Hunt, you don''t know where your model has gone?"


    "Sort of." Violet answered indifferently, clutching her clothes and exiting the dressing room.


    She wouldn''t dare leave something as important as her clothes in there.


    In case someone ruined it, her effort would be in vain.


    Watching Violet''s departing figure, Pennie rubbed her chin, seemingly thinking about something.


    After a couple of seconds, she took out her phone and made a call, "Linda hasn''te back by now,


    did you do something?"


    "Yes, when I went to the surveince room to help you destroy the surveince, I bumped into Linda,


    she came to get the surveince too, so I knocked her out. I don''t know if she''s awake now." On the


    other end of the phone, the woman spoke hoarsely.


    The corners of Pennie''s mouth hooked up, "Not yet probably. You did a good job, as long as Violet can''t


    find Linda, she will be disqualified for thispetition."


    She had thought that by making Violette, she would be able to get Violet disqualified from the


    competition, but she didn''t expect that Violet would actuallye back in the end with an auspicious


    return.


    But now Violet''s model had been knocked out, and t she would not necessarily be able toe back in


    time, in that case, she could achieve her goal.


    Pennie hung up the phone contentedly and returned to Luna''s dressing room to do Luna''s makeup.


    Perhaps because she was convinced that Violet would be disqualified, she was in a good mood, and


    even looked at Luna pleasedly.


    Violet walked out of therge dressing room and continued to call Linda while walking towards the


    break room where Stanley was.


    Linda''s phone was still unanswered, and Violet was almost certain that something might have


    happened to her, so she was anxious.


    "Calvin." Violet knocked on the break room’s door.


    The door soon opened and Stanley''s tall figure appeared in the doorway. Seeing her, his eyebrows


    raised slightly, "Why do youe over? Aren''t you in apetition?"


    "I have no time to exin, where''s Calvin?" Violet asked.


    Stanley sidled, "He is inside."


    Violet entered the room.


    Stanley''s eyes narrowed as he watched her anxious look.


    Was something wrong?


    With this in mind, Stanley closed the break room’s door and followed her.


    "Calvin." Violet called out as she walked into the break room.


    Calvin was ying rock-paper-scissors with Ayra when he saw hering, his eyes lit up, "Mom."


    "Mom, you''re back, can we go home now?" Ayra climbed straight off the couch and ran towards Violet,


    hugging Violet''s legs and raising her head happily as she asked.


    Violet rubbed the little girl''s hair, "Good girl, I have not finished thepetition yet, I can''t go home


    yet."


    "Ok." Ayra lowered her head in disappointment.


    Violet patted her shoulder, "Baby, go y, I have something to talk to brother."


    "Okay." Ayra obediently moved out of the way.


    Calvin looked at Violet and asked, "Mom, what do you want to say?"


    "Do me a favor." Violet said.


    Stanley walked over, "What''s the favor?"


    "Linda is missing, so I want Calvin to check where Linda is currently, here is Linda''s phone number."


    After saying that, Violet handed the phone number to Calvin.