Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 43 Arm Candy Whispers could be heard among the crowd once more.

Some of them even looked up First Snow online in an attempt to spot differences between both garments.

Natasha, standing at the corner of the stage, was overwhelmed with bewilderment.

That b*tch is already done performing, yet her gown is still fine.

How’s that possible? I’m certain that her garment is a fake! Why? Where did things go wrong? Even though she knew she had been outshined by Gwendolyn as well as had her thunder stolen.

Natasha still could not accept the reality.

Thus, she ran toward Gwendolyn to see what kind of sorcery the latter had done on the counterfeit.

garment.

Natasha had just gotten midway across the stage, barely even able to touch Gwendolyn, when a loud tearing sound echoed throughout the room.

Due to her vigorous movements, the seam of the dress.

she was wearing had ripped from her waistline to her hip.

.

Given that there was no background music playing at the venue, the ripping sound was loud and penetrating.

In a split second, all eyes were riveted on Natasha.

By the time she reacted to cover the tear in her dress with her hands, it had been too late.

The long split in the seam of her gown’s waistline ran from under her arm to her hip, leaving her crotch area exposed.

The pink underclothes she wore were exposed under the spotlight for everyone to see.

Natasha’s face was deathly pale as panic washed over her.

She subconsciously squatted down in an effort to cover herself, but it was to no avail.

Her posture only served to make the tear worse.

As such, her pink underwear could be seen clearly by everyone below the stage as well.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Immediately afterward, peals of laughter erupted from the crowd as they all noticed she was wearing matching undergarments.

Sneers and derision surrounded her.

daughter is wearing a high-quality imitation dress to a banquet! She has

get the audacity from?” “This is hilarious! It’s one thing to dance horribly like an eyesore, but she’s wearing fakes too? Does the Mossey family think we’re blind?” The ridicule and doubt

Prior to that, those

very group jumped at

scornful voices mocking her mercilessly, she let out a

welled up in her

a sorry sight, nobody took pity on

high-quality imitation? This is

a flash of bright

direction of the flash, only to see Gwendolyn, who was standing on the stage with her, taking pictures of her in her worst

take such ugly pictures of me in front of everyone? Gwendolyn

gown that she wore sparkled under the spotlight, giving her

an icy and haughty grin was etched

arrogant! At that point, Natasha’s fury

do this? You are so wicked!” Upon realizing things were getting out of hand, Jerome hurriedly gestured to Madelyn, who was still struggling to fathom how she had spent thirty million on a high-quality

return to her

be

his long legs, Maverick made his way onto the stage and

she felt like she had crawled out

him and lamented, “Mave, you have to believe me! She set me up! It has to be

million on First Snow! How can it possibly be a fake? She must’ve swapped them out while I wasn’t looking!” Maverick listened to her outburst quietly, but his

tried to pour oil

for the commotion,

daughter is a

bring her to her room and calm her

First Snow, we are as puzzled

thirty million in payment was indeed

can be verified, but we have no

to look into this

” 13.

Mon, Ma Chapter 43 Arm Candy +25 Bonus As he spoke, he gave a slight bow at the audience before shooting Madelyn a harsh

moving!” His wife nodded repeatedly and motioned for

still did not die down even when Natasha’s cries could no longer be

his gaze across the crowd, feeling

into the Mossey family

turned out to be a

herself the moment she arrived! At

any spotlights directed at

Natasha’s “accident,” their

her eye, she glimpsed that a certain someone had had his gaze pinned

were tightly

tell if he

at

matter? Are you upset that your fiancée’s thunder was stolen? Are you trying to get it back?” Maverick was still looking

in his