Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire

As expected, amidst a sea of camera flashes, Petunia saw Cecelia stepping out of a luxury car.

Wearing a silver evening gown, she radiated charm under the spotlight, appearing like a graceful and noble mermaid princess. Her every move exuded elegance and refinement.

Cecelia held onto Remington’s arm. Remington was dressed in a retro, handmade suit, his white shirt impeccably tailored, and his matching pocket square added a unique and tasteful touch to his attire.

The man exuded an imposing aura of nobility, while the woman was incredibly beautiful, stunning everyone around.

Their presence alone outshone even the most famous celebrities in the entertainment industry.

The topic of whether they would remarry had always been of great curiosity to the public and the reporters.

Now, with the opportunity at hand, reporters bombarded them with questions. However, Cecelia and Remington remained silent, walking up the red carpet under the protection of their bodyguards. Unexpectedly, Cecelia and Petunia were wearing the same style of dress’ tonight, with only different colors.

Petunia wore a golden dress, exuding a dignified aura, while Cecelia’s dress was silver, giving her a moře subdued elegance. “Miss Linsey, Mr. Nelson!”

Petunia spoke calmly, taking the initiative.

Both Cecelia and Remington halted their steps. Cecelia’s gaze swept over Maggie and Petunia.

“It turns out to be Mrs. Taylor and Miss Taylor!”

Facing Maggie, Cecelia showed no emotions. At this point, Maggie was just a pawn in the conspiracy, not the focal point of her concerns.

“I didn’t expect, Miss Linsey, that you would choose the same dress style as mine. We’ve accidentally worn the same!”

Upon seeing Cecelia’s dress, Petunia realized that the haute couture dress she had seen earlier, which had been taken away, was now worn by Cecelia.

“Having the same outfits are not a big deal. Whoever wears it better is what matters. Of course, Miss Taylor looks good in this dress too.” Cecelia’s response left no room for politeness.

The same dress could have a different feel on different body types, and in this aspect, Cecelia was confident she outshone Petunia by a long shot.

evaluation; his physique. was perfect, and he could effortlessly pull off any

anger. “I don’t like it when others wear the same outfit

expressed her likes and dislikes directly. In terms of

Miss Taylor doesn’t like it, you can change and come

cool and composed, his gaze showing

face stiffened at his words, finding it difficult to respond, but she still

on the silver one,

looked down at her own dress

is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor have the same style? Did you perhaps copy

questioning, as

Now, being confronted by Remington, she felt exposed and embarrassed. Cecelia looked at Petunia coldly. “I think Miss Taylor, as a fashion. designer, should be well aware of the

there are significant differences. It’s not exactly the same.

want to waste any more time on this meaningless matter. She held onto Remington’s arm and walked away directly. Petunia stood still, seething with

words Cecelia had just spoken were even more embarrassing than directly accusing her of plagiarism. Cecelia was ruthless, scolding others without using any

Maggie asked, “Do you want to go back. and change your

“No!”

and change her dress. If she did, it would be admitting that she copied and wore a high imitation. She refused to change. After all, no one outside

was not content to walk behind Cecelia and wanted to surpass her, taking the lead

please

when passing

heels became unstable, and as she stepped back, her heel got stuck in a gap in the

Cecelia let out

her about to fall, Remington

man’s arms, and Remington’s deep eyes were filled with tension and concern.

“I’m fine.”

chest and shook

seeing this scene, it