Vivi's body stiffened as she looked at them.
Lucy Anderson was so excited that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Her eyes were as pure as a child who had just received candy, as she circled Violet Taylor.
She was about to jump for joy.
Rubbing his hands together, he saw Violet Taylor move her arm.
Lucy Anderson urgently shouted, "Don't move!"
Violet Taylor rolled her eyes.
"Don't move?"
Why shouldn't she move?
She moved her wrist slightly and gave Lucy a cold smile.
Lucy was her idol, no doubt, but with her own status and experience far surpassing Lucy's, how could an upper-class individual show weakness in front of a fashion designer?
Violet Taylor glared at him, "I insist on moving!"
Lucy: ??
Vivi, standing by, suddenly understood upon hearing their conversation.
So, Lucy wanted Violet Taylor not to move—right, she was hitting herself; Lucy was trying to save her by stopping Violet Taylor!
"'Don't move'—isn't that a lifesaving line?"
