Chapter 35 The First Draft Is Gone

"Gone?" Stanley frowned deeply. Violet said yes, and then she showed him the documents, "It's all blank paper. My design draft was stolen!" "Some stole your design draft?" Phoebe sneered, "Violet, is it possible that you didn't draw it at all but you deliberately made an excuse now? Who would steal your design draft?" "Really?" Violet turned her head and looked at Phoebe deeply. Phoebe patted the table angrily, "What do you mean? Why are you looking at me like this? Is it possible that you think I stole it?" "I didn't say it was you. Director Hunt, you don't have to react so much." Violet replied with a calm face and a cold voice. Phoebe felt embarrassed. Then she was so furious, just about to say something. Stanley couldn't stand it anymore. He pursed his lips and reprimanded, "Enough!" "What?" Phoebe pointed at Violet, "Stanley, not only did she delay the conference, but..." "Don't you understand what I said?" Stanley interrupted her sharply. His face was so gloomy. Phoebe