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.

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

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

change

composed, his

at his words, finding it difficult to respond, but she

on the silver one, but Miss

down at her own dress but didn’t say

Cece. Why would there be any talk of someone taking it? Clearly, there is

questioning, as if she had

replicated the 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 looked at Petunia coldly. “I think Miss Taylor, as a fashion. designer, should be well aware of the importance of

similar. Upon closer inspection, there are significant differences. It’s not exactly the same. Let’s not dwell

time on this meaningless matter. She held onto Remington’s arm and walked away directly.

than directly accusing her of plagiarism. Cecelia was ruthless, scolding

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

“No!”

back 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

gangway. However, she was not content to walk behind Cecelia and wanted to surpass her, taking the

could you please

pace and, when passing

as she stepped back, her heel got

let out

Remington promptly caught her

deep eyes were filled with tension and concern. “Are

“I’m fine.”

held her chest and shook her

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