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, and he could effortlessly pull off

it when others wear the same outfit as me. It

dislikes directly. In terms of emotional

Taylor doesn’t like it, you can change and come back.

was cool and composed, his gaze

his words, finding it difficult to respond,

had my eye on the silver one,

looked down at her own dress but didn’t say

is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor have

the questioning, as if

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,

dress that looks similar. Upon closer inspection, there are significant differences. It’s not exactly the same. Let’s not dwell on a piece of clothing any

this meaningless matter. 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

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

“No!”

go 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 outside knew how many of these dresses existed, and no one would think that she was someone who wore knock-offs.

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

you please move

when passing Cecelia, she even

as she stepped back, her

Cecelia let out

fall, Remington promptly caught her by

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

“I’m fine.”

her chest and shook her

upon seeing this scene,