Chapter 40 The Counterfeit +25 Bonus At eight in the evening, the guests had all arrived at the Mossey residence.

Other than the Mossey family’s relatives, those who came were all people from the upper-class society.

Madelyn was quietly standing beside Jerome, smiling and greeting the guests every once in a while.

However, she was not at all happy.

Her daughter was still in a coma, but Jerome was already trying to bring his illegitimate daughter into the family and even forced her to take Natasha as her own daughter.

She was livid.

Yet, she knew that the only way to prevent the Mossey family from going to ruins was to listen to Jerome, for they did not have a son, and her only daughter was currently unconscious.

Therefore, no matter how averse she was to the situation, she had to pretend as though she adored.

Natasha.

“Look! It’s Ms. Natasha!” someone cried out, and everyone in the hall instantly turned to look at the second floor, where the spotlight was aimed at Natasha had delicate makeup and an elegant smile on her face.

Her haute couture dress only made her look even more poised.

Every step she took as she came down the stairs was filled with grace.

The crowd immediately cheered and clapped, surrounding the new future heiress of the family.

One of the rich ladies said to Madelyn, “Mrs.

Mossey, you’re blessed.

Even your younger daughter is wonderful.

Moreover, her fiancé is Wright Construction Group’s CEO.

How jealous you make others!” Another rich woman quickly chimed in to curry favor with Madelyn.

“That’s right.

Mr. Wright’s young, handsome, and capable.

They’re truly a match made in heaven.

You’re so lucky, Mrs.

Mossey!” “No, no, of course not.

as lucky as you-the two of you have both a son and a

uttered smilingly as she discreetly

Group was currently sitting in silence, his face devoid

the noble way he carried himself made it difficult for others around him

Natasha was reveling in everyone’s gazes of

attention boosted her

had their gazes fixed

their gazes too, and she deliberately took her

commotion occurrel

here!” Everyone whipped their heads to look at the entrance 13:22 Mon, May Chapter 40 The Counterfeit +25 Bonus The young and handsome Joaquin strode down the

was both a celebrity and the youngest son of the Zipper family, his appearance made the crowd

the woman by his

dress made her fair skin glow even more, and although her makeup was light, it was surprisingly a perfect match

she approached the crowd, she seemed like an elegant angel

gasped in awe, and no one

halfway down the stairs, had never expected Gwendolyn’s appearance to

whether it would be better for her to head back

Anger flooded her veins.

and almost suffocated her.

the fact that

hers? Why? Which part of me is worse than this b*tch? Furious, Natasha gritted her teeth, but she quickly recomposed herself and cleared her throat in an attempt to

of the guests who was standing close to

Mr. Joaquin’s companion is wearing the same haute couture dress as Ms. Natasha!” “You’re right! The one who looks lousier should be embarrassed… Mr. Joaquin’s companion is

totally forgotten how Ms.

guests began looking back and

made Natasha seem mediocre at

was utterly

blood vessel when she realized how things

not what I wanted! Soon, another person noticed something else that

by a famous overseas designer, Ms. Z? That’s First Snow, isn’t it?” “Oh my, it really is Ms. Z’sFirst Snow!” “But Ms. Z only makes one

so why are there two First Snows here

crowd gasped, pushing

of two identical dresses meant that

were going back on the right track, she sighed in

Jerome and Madelyn “‘ere

an incident to happen when the banquet was progressing

guests chattered away, and chaos soon

wealthy families, and they all despised counterfeits of high-end

out of control, Madelyn walked over to the stage where the microphone was

sincerest apologies for this to have happened

too, but let me

million, and I had it shipped over after calling Ms.

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