Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 Showdown at the Pier

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 more 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.

As for Remington, there was no need for evaluation; his physique was perfect, and he could effortlessly pull off any outfit.

Petunia didn't like Cecelia's words and suppressed her anger. "I don't like it when others wear the same outfit as me. It makes me uncomfortable!"

She expressed her likes and dislikes directly. In terms of emotional intelligence, she was far behind her mother.

"If Miss Taylor doesn't like it, you can change and come back. Golden may not necessarily suit you."

Remington's voice was cool and composed, his gaze showing no emotions.

Petunia's face stiffened at his words, finding it difficult to respond, but she still displayed defiance and pride.

"Originally, I had my eye on the silver one, but Miss Linsey took it!"

Cecelia looked down at her own dress but didn't say anything.

Remington continued, "This dress was custom-made by me for Cece. Why would there be any talk of someone taking it? Clearly, there is only one of this design. Why does Miss Taylor have the same style? Did you perhaps copy this haute couture design for yourself?"

Petunia was dumbfounded by the questioning, as if she had been accused of plagiarism.

Indeed, she had replicated the style Cecelia was wearing. That particular design was haute couture, and to avoid any copyright issues, she had made a similar dress in yellow. Now, being confronted by Remington, she felt exposed and embarrassed.

Cecelia looked at Petunia coldly. "I think Miss Taylor, as a fashion designer, should be well aware of the importance of protecting a brand and would never blatantly copy someone else's creativity."

"It's just a dress that looks similar. Upon closer inspection, there are significant differences. It's not exactly the same. Let's not dwell on a piece of clothing any longer. Let's go."