Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again Chapter 429 Mysterious Phone Calls

Pennie frowned and stopped in her tracks, "Anything wrong, Miss Hunt?"

Violet bent down, searched in her bag and found a small notebook and handed it over, "Miss Hamilton,
this is yours, right?"

Pennie was impatient, but when she caught sight of that notebook in Violet’s hand, her face changed
drastically and she snatched it, "How did you get it?"

"Hey, watch your attitude. You dropped it, we found it and returned it to you. Don't you think you are
rude?" Linda said with an unpleasant glare.

Although Violet didn't say anything, her cold face clearly showed that she didn't like Pennie's attitude as
well.

Pennie realized that she was aggressive, her eyes flashed, and then she smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry,
Miss Hunt, I didn't mean that, this notebook is very important to me, that's why I ......"

"It's okay, since it's something important, keep it well, Miss Hamilton and don't lose it again, after all,
not everyone will bring it back to you." Violet interrupted her words.

Pennie held the notebook tightly and then lowered her eyes, "You are right, but Miss Hamilton, have
you read it?"

Violet nodded her head, "Yes, sorry, my friend flipped it open. She didn't mean any harm, she was just
curious."

"It's fine, Miss Hunt, what do you think of the design?" Pennie asked, emotionless.

Violet pondered for a few seconds, "Do you want to hear the truth?"



"Sure."

Violet took a breath, "In that case, I don’t think it is good."

Pennie's face stiffened but soon it returned to normal, she nodded with a smile, "You're right, it's indeed
not good."

"May I know why you carry it, it seems so important." Violet looked at her.

Pennie put the notebook in her bag, "It belonged to a very important friend of mine, she's gone now, so
......"

"I'm sorry." Violet apologized.

"Never mind." Pennie waved her hand, "But do you think she's dead?"

Violet froze, "She is not?"

Pennie narrowed her eyes slightly, shrewdness flashed in her eyes, "Of course not, she's alive, but she
was paralyzed for some reason, however, she will have a new life soon."

"That's how it is, so I misunderstood." Violet smiled.

"Well, we gotta go." Pennie then left with Luna.

Linda stood beside Violet, "I feel that Pennie is strange."

Violet nodded, "So do I. She is weird, and she's a person that seems to have come out of nowhere."

Pennie had great design talent, but she have remained obscure before.



But there was no such person as Pennie in the design circle before, and Pennie suddenly appeared
and made a name for herself in the design circle with great speed, so there must be a problem.

Violet had seen Pennie's designs before and found that she had her style. If there was no famous
teacher for her, a young designer was absolutely impossible to form design style so early, and their
design style was unstable, cool this time, but cute next time.

But Pennie remained her design style, without the slightest change, so she definitely got a teacher for
her training.

But the world's top designers whose styles were very similar to Pennie's had not taken Pennie as their
disciple, so who exactly did Pennie learn from?

"Violet, what are you thinking about?" Linda gently nudged Violet.

Violet's eyes flickered slightly as she returned to her senses, "Nothing, I am just thinking about who
Pennie's teacher is."

"Who cares, just watch the show." Linda wasn't curious about that, her eyes glowing as she stared at
the runway.

Violet was helpless.

Yeah, it did not matter to them whoever Pennie's teacher was.

Why bother thinking about it?

The opening ceremony of the competition, which went on for almost three hours before it came to an
end, was followed by a banquet session where all the major contestants, judges, and models could
attend and make connections with each other.



Linda had long wanted to get to know the supermodels, and as soon as she entered the banquet hall,
she walked around with a glass of wine.

Violet shook her head helplessly, took a glass of juice and went to the balcony to enjoy the wind.

Suddenly, she heard a sound of talking coming from the garden below, and it was Pennie.

It wasn't loud, like it was deliberately muted.

But the voice was just below Violet's feet, separated from her by a floor, so she could clearly hear what
Pennie was saying.

"Where are you now? Shall I pick you up tonight?"

It should be someone Pennie knew that was coming here to find Pennie.

However, Pennie's tone was somewhat bad, and it was thus evident that the person on the other end of
the phone did not have a good relationship with Pennie.

Violet took a sip of juice, continued to hear Pennie speaking, "Wrap your face tightly, in case you are
recognized by the media, or we will be both doomed. When I get the prize, I will reward you, bye!"

The talking came to an abrupt halt.

And it followed by the sound of high heels on the ground immediately.

Violet looked down, just in time to see Pennie's back in her evening gown, leaving with her phone.

Violet pursed her lips suspiciously.

What exactly did Pennie's words mean?



As she was thinking about it, Linda walked over, "Violet, so you're here, I've been looking for you for a
long time."

"What's wrong?" Violet turned around.

Linda exhaled, "It's the designers speaking. The organizers of the competition just added a temporary
banquet event just to let the designers get to know each other, so they're letting you get up on stage to
speak and introduce yourselves and the country behind you, everyone else is there, so you should go
too."

"Okay." Violet handed her the glass and lifted her feet into the banquet hall.

The introduction session went well.

Although there were some designers who despised Violet for coming from the East, they did not dare
to question her after hearing that she was a disciple of Merced.

This made Violet sigh with relief.

Racial discrimination had always been a major issue internationally, in all circles.

Back then, when she made her debut in the design circle using the identity of Mina, she was bullied by
western designers because western designers looked down on eastern designers and thought that
easterners didn't know anything about fashion, otherwise why would there be only one top designer,
Mr. Moore, even after a century.

Even Eastern models only had a few, which was why Western designers kept suppressing Eastern
designers.

Violet had expected to be bullied a bit on this trip, too, and was ready to fight back.



She didn't expect that after bringing up the name of her teacher, the crisis would actually be resolved
just like that.

Violet returned to the villa in amusement and was ready to call home.

It was almost eight in the morning in the country, so Stanley should be up, right?


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