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.

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

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

In terms of emotional intelligence, she was far

doesn’t like it, you can change and come

cool and composed, his gaze

his words, finding it difficult to

my eye on the silver

at her own dress

be any talk of someone taking it? Clearly, there is only one of this design.

as if she had been

Now, being confronted by Remington, she felt exposed and embarrassed. Cecelia looked at Petunia coldly. “I think Miss Taylor,

a dress that looks similar. Upon closer inspection, there are significant differences. It’s not exactly

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

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

“Do you want to go back. and

“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 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,

me, could you please move aside? We

when passing Cecelia, she even pushed

she stepped back, her heel got

Cecelia let out a

her about to fall, Remington promptly caught

eyes were filled with tension

“I’m fine.”

and shook her head

them, and upon seeing this scene, it only pained