Billionaire’s Missing Darling
Chapter 128
Chapter 128
The gown Emma was talking about was a pink tutu. The style was very gaudy. She had specially brought it over today to find an opportunity for Olivia to change into it.
Unexpectedly, the timing was just right. The birthday banquet had just begun, but Olivia could already change into it.
Yes, yes. After hearing Emma’s words, Amelia quickly reacted. Before everyone arrived, Olivia should quickly change her gown so that she wouldn’t embarrass herself.
She hurriedly said, “Olivia, follow Emma to the room upstairs and change your clothes.”
“Change?” Olivia lowered her eyes slightly. Her gaze stopped on Amelia’s face for two seconds, and her eyes were filled with confusion. “Why should I change my clothes?”
She felt that the gown she was wearing was very good.
It was a gown that Abel had designed for three years and had never been revealed to anyone. Everything was according to her preferences.
Olivia really liked this dress.
Amelia was about to go crazy.
Why didn’t this girl have any self–esteem at all? Didn’t she feel embarrassed?
Amelia took a deep breath and barely managed to calm herself down. “What kind of occasion is this? How can you mess around? You can’t wear all kinds of messy clothes here. Hurry up and change. Don’t be
ungrateful.”
“Mom, don’t be angry.” Emma patted Amelia’s back to comfort her. “Olivia might not know the rules of the upper–class banquet. I’ll tell her slowly later. She’ll understand.”
Amelia’s anger had been suppressed, but when she heard Emma’s words, it was instantly ignited again.
Olivia was really too disgraceful. She did not know anything and was not decent at all. How embarrassing!
Olivia did not understand why Amelia was angry until now.
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out that it was because her clothing brand
a
spotless, clear, and transparent. It could clearly reflect the mellow red color of
beautiful glass
wrist slightly and the red wine was splashed
A scream was
the red wine stain on her dress. Her body trembled slightly, and her usually gentle eyes were about to pop out. There was not a trace of blood
Olivia was courting death!
Emma. As they comforted
was trembling. The veins on her forehead
noblewomen also looked at Olivia in surprise. They found it difficult to understand. “This is Angel. It’s Mr. Abel’s work. It’s a gown
a glass of
jealous of Emma’s dress just because you’re wearing ordinary clothes.” A rich lady pursed her lips and felt that Olivia was really narrow–minded. She couldn’t
and raised her hand to hand over the wine
beside her, and a socialite who was watching the
actually subconsciously
glass in her hand, she was
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a waiter? Why did she take the
It was incomprehensible.
expression as if she
lady could not stand her expression. She pointed at Emma’s dress. and shouted, “What do you know? This is Mr. Abel’s work. It’s the one and only dress in the
understood. “So it’s
judge a person by how expensive their clothes are? You’re proud of yourself when you wear luxury brand clothes and think that you’re very impressive. You’re ashamed of
suddenly became sharp as she said, “So, all of you in the so–called upper class, socialites, and nobles, are nothing more than objects wrapped
she was wearing. Her tone was gentle and happy. “I like this dress very much.” After finishing her words, she raised her gaze and scanned the crowd with a clear and penetrating look, as if scrutinizing and yet indifferent. “Do
are expensive not because they are valuable in themselves, but because the
all of you, even if you put on dresses that are worth several millions of dollars, are nothing more than plastic models
About Billionaire’s Missing Darling - Chapter 128
Billionaire’s Missing Darling is the best current series of the author Theresa Wilde. With the below Chapter 128 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 128 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com