One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 20 Royal College of Design

Her voice was not loud, but it was clear in the unusually quiet warehouse.

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

Especially Phoebe, white eyes are almost turned to the skyrolling her eyes to the sky.

StanleyTang was unimpressed. "You mean you can put the fabric back in its place in an hour and a

half?"

"I can't do it alone, but if Don keepsyou give giving me two assistants..."

"Just youYou can do it?" before Violet finished her's words were not finished, Phoebe pointed to his

nose and interrupted her disdainfully pointing at her noise, "You a university was a dropout from

college, I'm afraid what is the multiple elements of clothing you do not know what the multiple elements

of clothing is, how dare you say even say that you can return placeto these clothfabric back?"

Violet seems seemed not to have heard her words, lifted his feet to Stanley walked to Stanley and

stopped in front of him, , to his front stop, calm looking at him with a calm face, "Mr. Murphy, do you

believe me?"

Stanley, "I'll leave it to you."

As Violet just was to noddednod her head, Phoebe immediately jumped out, his face full of said with

disbelief, "whenStanley, do you really believe that she can return to the clothcan place the fabric back?"

"If she dares to say so, why can't I believe herit?” Stanley glances glanced at her one eye, and said

coldly way.

Phoebe was choked, biting her lip, "But she did not graduate from college. All of our designers

graduated from famous universities. They have never seen some of the fabrics, how can she know?"

"Is that so?” Stanley looked at Violet.

He didn't believe that Merced's student failed to finish her study in college.

Violet smiled calmly and answered in a leisurely way, “I did not graduate from a domestic college

because of some private affairs, but I graduated from a college abroad. By the way, I forgot to mention

that I studied at the Royal College of Design."

There was a collective gasp.

Royal College of Design, which was the world's top fashion design school, only accepted 300 students

a year, so those who were admitted were the best of the best.

Unexpectedly, Violet was one of them.

Short after, these designers looked Violet in a different way. Contempt and disdain had suddenly turned

into envy.

Even Stanley did not expect that Violet graduated from this school.

No wonder she was accepted as a student by Merced. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"That's impossible!” At this moment, a sharp voice said, "How can you graduate from Royal College of

Design?"

Phoebe was emotional and did not want to believe the fact.

She just said that Violet did not graduate from college, but now Violet said that she graduated from

Royal College of Design.

That was the same as punching her in the face!

"Nothing is impossible," Violet took out her phone and gave a few clicks on it, and then put it in front of

Phoebe, "This is my graduation certificate. Director Hunt, if you feel there is a problem, you can confirm

it at any time."

Phoebe stared at the phone in front of her, "You did it on purpose, right? You deliberately said at this

hour, to make me...”

"Enough!” Stanley could not stand watching this farce any more. Pursing his thin lips, he scolded

impatiently, “Since you can't help, get out!"

"Stanley..."

“Get out!”

Phoebe looked bad.

After she left, Stanley drove the others away, leaving only two to be assistants for Violet.

Violet did not waste time, first directed two assistants to place back the fabric they knew, and she

finished the rest.

By the time the two assistants had finished the fabric they knew, forty minutes had passed,

Violet put down the document in her arms and came forward. Looking at the hundreds of pieces of

fabric left, she said pointing to each one, "This is silk, this is artificial cotton, this is changeable satin,

this is pure silk..."

Very soon, more than ten minutes passed, Stanley found that she had placed back dozens of fabrics.

And judging by the constant wonderment in the eyes of the two assistants who were holding the data

for comparison, it could be inferred that she was right.

Stanley looked at Violet with appreciation.

Maybe she really could be chief designer of ‘Born of Fire’.

However, there seemed to be a difficult problem, Violet suddenly issued a question.