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

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

directly. In terms of emotional intelligence, she was far

doesn’t like it, you can change

voice was cool and composed, his

difficult to respond, but she still displayed defiance and

eye on the

her own

someone taking it? Clearly, there is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor have the same style? Did you perhaps copy this haute

dumbfounded by the questioning, as if she had been accused of

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 importance

significant differences. It’s not

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

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

her daughter upset, Maggie asked, “Do you

“No!”

After all, no one outside knew how many of these dresses

Maggie’s hand, she followed Cecelia’s group onto the gangway. However, she was not content to walk behind Cecelia

please move aside? We arrived

increased her pace and, when passing Cecelia, she even pushed

Petunia, Cecelia’s high heels became unstable, and as she stepped back, her heel got stuck in a

Cecelia let out a

about to fall, Remington promptly caught her by

and Remington’s deep eyes were filled with tension and

“I’m fine.”

chest and shook her head

seeing this scene,