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.

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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 to be the first person

like an eyesore, but she’s wearing fakes too? Does the Mossey family think we’re

+25 Bonus Prior to that, those people had sung Natasha’s praises to

the very group jumped at the opportunity to trample on

Natasha heard those scornful voices mocking her mercilessly, she let out

welled up in her

she looked a sorry sight, nobody

high-quality imitation? This is impossible!” Natasha repeatedly shook

flash of bright

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

such ugly pictures of me in front of everyone? Gwendolyn was less

snow-white gown that she wore sparkled under the spotlight, giving her a

turned to look at the latter, an icy and haughty

At that point, Natasha’s fury prevailed over

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 imitation, to

her senses and bring two housekeepers with

likely be over

his long legs, Maverick made his way onto the stage and planted himself firmly between the

him, she felt like she had crawled out of a

toward her current appearance she flung herself at him and lamented, “Mave, you have to believe

possibly be a fake? She must’ve swapped them out while I wasn’t looking!” Maverick listened to her outburst quietly, but his inscrutable gaze

held the microphone and tried to pour oil on troubled

for

think my daughter is

her to her room and calm her

we are

payment was indeed

information can be verified, but we have no idea how things

sure to look into this thoroughly and

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spoke, he

nodded repeatedly and motioned for the housekeepers to bring Natasha

die down even when Natasha’s

his gaze across the crowd,

accepting his illegitimate daughter into the Mossey family could

his dismay, his decision turned

arrived! At that moment, he was beside himself

longer any spotlights directed at the

guests were also busy discussing Natasha’s “accident,” their attention on Gwendolyn gradually

of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed that a certain someone had had his gaze pinned on her

thin lips were

if he was angry

happy at being stared at

smile and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you upset that your fiancée’s thunder was stolen? Are you trying

his