Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 101

She gave up wondering after a while. Carrying the briefcase, she headed to the changing room. She did not want to wear the attire at first. Nevertheless, she was instantly enthralled when she popped it open.

Sitting in it was a mesmerizing necklace. Its color was slightly on the dark side, but it looked exquisite nonetheless.

What fascinated her the most was the sapphire blue gown. It did not have any unnecessary embellishments on it, and its fabric was as soft as a cloud, making it comfortable to touch. In fact, there were no signs of stitching found on it, as though the gown was crafted entirely out of a single yard of silk.

Overtaken by her fascination, she could not help but change into the enrapturing gown. Looking at her image in the mirror, she felt her jaw drop to the ground.

To begin with, she was tall and slim, and her legs were long and slender. Clad in the striking gown, she looked just like a queen out of a fairytale. It fitted her perfectly, accentuating her fair skin and alluring, enticing figure.

This dress seemed to have different effects when worn by different people. If Lana had worn it, she would appeal to the primal urges of the male mind.

Strangely, when it was worn by Jennifer, the dress gave off a more graceful air.

Everyone would look good in that gown and invoke different feelings.

light scent coming from the gown. It was familiar, but she could not recall where she

wear it before me? Jennifer was having doubts at first. Nevertheless, she convinced herself that

elegant

scrutinized her image for a long time. In the end,

a gown. So, did Nigel prepare this? Although it’s not

formally commenced. Jennifer drew in a deep breath and walked out of the room. The hall, also known as the “goldfish bowl,” was filled with guests waiting on their seats. The whole scene looked lavish and majestic. As everyone had changed into their formal attires, the banquet seemed like a rendezvous only the elite could

much attention when she entered the hall. Even Kevin failed

gazes fixated on a captivating lady

the Wilson

held immense power after one hundred years. She was a descendant of the Yeager

was the

of being swan-like, it would undoubtedly be

slight movement of hers discharged an air of dominance.

from that, she was tall, at 1.75 meters, and had the figure many women coveted. Standing on the stage in a red, big gown, she had her fair, bright skin exposed on her back. Wrapped around her wrist was a gleaming, crystalline bracelet,

Thomas Hared eye-wide, astonished. “This gown seems to be handcrafted by my ist