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.

for Remington, there was no need for evaluation; his physique. was perfect,

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

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

you can change and come back. Golden

cool and composed, his gaze showing

face stiffened at his words, finding it difficult

the silver

down at her own dress

be any talk of someone taking it? Clearly, there is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor have the

the questioning, as if she had been

by Remington, she felt exposed and embarrassed. Cecelia looked at Petunia coldly. “I think Miss Taylor, as a fashion. designer, should

are significant differences. It’s not exactly the same. Let’s not dwell on a piece of clothing

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

more embarrassing than directly accusing her

Maggie asked, “Do you want to go back.

“No!”

she did, 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

to walk behind Cecelia and wanted

you please move aside? We arrived

and, when

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

Cecelia let out a

fall, Remington

and Remington’s deep eyes were filled with tension and concern. “Are you

“I’m fine.”

and

overtaken them, and upon seeing this scene, it only pained