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.

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

it when others wear the same outfit

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

change and come back.

and composed, his gaze

finding it difficult to respond, but she still displayed defiance and

on the silver one, but Miss Linsey

her own dress but

be any talk of 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 couture

by the questioning, as if she had been accused of

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 looked at Petunia coldly. “I think Miss Taylor, as a fashion. designer,

there are significant differences. It’s not exactly the same. Let’s not dwell on a

She held onto Remington’s arm and

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

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

“No!”

it would be admitting that she copied and wore a high imitation. She refused to change. After all, no one outside knew how many of these dresses existed, and no one would think that she was someone who wore

group onto the gangway. However, she was not content to walk behind Cecelia and wanted to surpass her, taking the lead into the banquet

please move

pace and, when passing Cecelia, she even

as she stepped back, her heel got stuck in a gap in the gangway, causing

Cecelia let

about to fall, Remington

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

“I’m fine.”

held her chest and shook her head

them, and upon seeing this scene, it only