"That person must have done it on purpose!" Aimee pounded her fist on the table, shaking it with the hammer, which showed how irritable she was.


    Violet pursed her red lips, "Of course it was intentional, if it wasn''t intentional, wouldn''t it be enough to ssh one pot of water? Why did he ssh two pots in a row? This is a conspiracy against us." "It must havee for our design drawings." Aimee''s eyes turned red with anger.


    She remembered clearly that she was protecting the paper bag in her arms when the first pot of water came down.


    At that time, the file bag was not yet wet, then the second pot of water came down, that one was aimed directly at her file bag, so she was wetter than Violet.


    "It is for sure." Violet squeezed her palms and said, "Don''t you forget that thest time the host said that it was stipted that we would turn in our designs at a certain time period, and once we werete, we would be eliminated outright."


    "You mean the person who threw the water is trying to ruin our designs so that we can''t turn them in on time and then be eliminated outright?" Aimee stood up at once, and her voice drew up.


    Violet nodded, "Yes, that''s the only possibility, and there are still ten minutes left before the deadline to turn in the design, and it''s simply impossible for us to finish it in ten minutes."


    No, she should say, she could, after all, she had the memory in her head and just redraw it all over again.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    But not Aimee, Aimee''s jewelry was extremelyplicated, and in addition to nes, there were earrings, bracelets, rings and so on, and all these added up, without two hours, it was simply impossible. "This is too much!" Aimee shivered with anger and gritted her teeth, "It must have been James!"


    "No, it''s not him, that hand is obviously a woman''s hand. Tina is right, besides James, there might be someone else who will deal with us as well, after all, we are candidate to win the title. By eliminating us, their chances of winning the title will be higher." Violet said as she narrowed her eyes.


    The previouspetitors were all pretty amicable and nothing dirty came from them, except for the shit Phoebe got into.


    But now when ites to the finals, these bullsh*t start popping up.


    Although there was provocation from Ivy and Ivan, she was sure that even if they were not involved, these designers would have done the same.


    Because thepetition can''t be calm all the time, and there''s always someone who can''t hold down their inner darkness and turn on others in order to win.


    "Just wait, when I find out who it is, he''ll be done." Aimee said with scarlet eyes.


    Violet rubbed her brow tiredly, "Unpleasant things never stops."


    Ivan and Ivy had left, but this trouble fire they had left behind had begun to burn brightly.


    "Violet, what should we do now, if we can''t hand in the design, we''ll really be eliminated!" Aimee bit her lip and looked at Violet, pinning all her hopes on her.


    Violet patted the back of her hand, "Don''t worry, when we finished drawing the design, we scanned it into theputer for backup. I''ll call Stanley now and ask him to send the scanned copy, and we''ll just go to the organizer and print it out."


    When Aimee heard this, she stopped panicking and smiled, "Great, I actually forgot about such a thing, quick, Violet, call Mr. Murphy, I want to see what the expression of the person who sshed our water will be when we hand in the design, whether it''s surprise or resignation."


    As long as that person''s purpose wasn''t aplished, the expressions would definitely change.


    When the timees, they just have to pay attention to the person with the big change in expression, and that person must be the one who sshed the water.


    Violet nodded, took out her cell phone, and called Stanley.


    "Hello." Stanley was at the vi with the two children when he received the call and immediately went to the balcony.


    "Stanley, turn on myputer and click on a folder with backups noted, then send me a folder with thetest date in it." Violet said hurriedly.


    Stanley heard it and raised an eyebrow, "What''s wrong? Why are you so anxious?"


    "Don''t mention it, Aimee and I just......"


    She gave a brief ount of what had happened.


    Stanley''s face turned grim after hearing this, and cold air spilled out all around him.


    When Violet saw that the man didn''t answer, she knew that the man must be angry about her at this moment, so she quickly advised, "Okay Stanley, don''t get angry, hurry up and send me the folder, we don''t have enough time."


    "Okay." Stanley nodded, put down his phone and went to the bedroom, turned on Violet''sputer and sent her folder she said.


    Violet smiled when she saw it, "I got it, I gotta go now. We need to hurry up to print it out and turn it in, bye!"


    After saying that, she hung up the phone and made an OK motion to Aimee before heading out of the lounge and to the office with the printer.


    At this point, in the conference room, there were thest two minutes before the deadline to turn in the design.


    The host took the microphone and asked, "Is there anyone else who hasn''t turned in the design?"


    The designers below shook their heads.


    Tina looked to the two seats at the table next to her own with a slightly worried frown.


    ''Strange, why isn''t Mrs. Murphy here yet?''


    ''Is it possible that Mrs. Murphy has already handed in and gone?''


    On the other side, a female costume designer looked at her watch and then at the door, relieved to see that no one was stilling in, and then a rxed smile curled the corners of her mouth.


    It seemed that Violet really couldn''t make it, so now there were two lesspetitors and her chances of winning the championship were bigger.


    Just when this female designer was on the verge ofughing out loud with excitement, there was a suddenmotion from the doorway as Violet and Aimee both ran in panting.


    "Wait a minute, we haven''t turned in yet." Aimee said anxiously as she stood with both hands on her knees.


    The host saw them and frowned, "Why are you sote, where is the design?"


    "Here it is." Violet hurriedly handed the file bag over.


    The host took it and put it on top of the other paper bags, "Next time you guys should try toe earlier, not when the date closes, in case you''re unlucky to be eliminated, understand?"


    "Yes." Violet and Aimee both nodded their heads.


    Luckily, they arrived at thest minute.


    On the stage, that female designer''s face froze the moment Violet and Aimee appeared, her eyes wide with disbelief written in them.


    It was especially confusing when she saw the file bag that Violet handed out.


    How?


    How could they hand in new ones when their file bags were clearly wet from her and the designs inside were unusable?


    The female designer''s body trembled slightly, and her face was even pale.


    Aimee had been intentionally gauging everyone present after handing in the design, and finally saw that the expression that female designer was clearly not right.


    At once, Aimee knew who had sshed those two pots of water.


    "Violet." Aimee tugged on Violet''s sleeve, "Found it, it''s her!" Aimee lifted her chin in the direction of that female designer.


    Violet looked over, her eyes zing, "It''s actually Julian!"


    Julian was a designer from a poor country in Northern Europe, perhaps the country behind her didn''t bring her strong confidence, she was very withdrawn and never made friends with people. Even if she was in the same Group A before, Violet had not talked to her.0000000?????????