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.

no need for evaluation; his physique. was perfect, and he could

her anger. “I don’t like it when others wear the same outfit as me. It makes

expressed her likes and dislikes directly. In terms of emotional intelligence, she was

can change and come back. Golden

was cool and composed, his gaze

at his words, finding it difficult to respond,

had my eye on the silver one, but Miss Linsey

own dress

it? Clearly, there is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor

was dumbfounded by the questioning, as if she had

style Cecelia was wearing. That particular design was haute couture, and to avoid any copyright issues, she had made a similar dress in yellow. Now, being confronted by Remington, she felt exposed and embarrassed. Cecelia

inspection, there are significant differences. It’s not

She held onto Remington’s arm and walked away directly.

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

daughter upset, Maggie asked, “Do you want to go

“No!”

change. After all, no one outside

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

please move

her pace and, when passing Cecelia,

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

let out

fall, Remington promptly caught her

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

“I’m fine.”

chest and shook her

seeing