Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 181:

As soon as Melinda finished speaking, Ayla chimed in enthusiastically, “Exactly. Tiffany’s dress has to be counterfeit too. There’s no way she can afford Sara’s design! Miss Warren was duped into wearing fake attire by mistake. She, on the other hand, wears a fake deliberately to appear wealthy!”

Everyone agreed with Ayla. Tiffany had cultivated a reputation for being clueless, leading everyone to doubt her ability to possess such luxurious attire. Thus, fueled by the assertions from Melinda and Ayla, the group regarded Marissa with disdain

Ignoring their judgmental glances, Marissa gave Virgil an indifferent look. Understanding his boss’s silent command, Virgil spoke up with authority. “This lady is wearing the authentic Purple Angel gown, valued at thirty million and crafted by Sara, the leading designer at our Sarth Group.”

A wave of shock swept through the crowd

“Oh my goodness! It really is the Purple Angel. It’s no wonder this dress caught my eye immediately.”

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How on earth did Tiffany

typically clad in shabby garments, would one day wear a dress of such grandeur. They refused to accept it. Chloe

an expensive dress for his fake wife? It certainly wasn’t Connor who bought the dress! If not Connor, then who?

offending the hostess of the Daniels family

integrity of the Sarth Group. Since you have doubts, I will clarify them right

then turned respectfully towards Marissa. “Ma’am, every dress from the Sarth Group comes with a small bag containing a fabric sample

the tag and displayed the bag with the fabric sample. Virgil carefully

To demonstrate the authenticity of this gown, I will perform an on-the-spot test. The way to verify real silk is by burning it. Genuine silk smells like burning feathers when ignited and turns into fine ash with a gentle rub. Additionally, there’s a remarkable aspect unique to the finest taffeta. As it burns, the white smoke spirals upward, forming cloud-like swirls—a spectacle

Virgil produced a lighter and set the fabric sample ablaze. True to his words, as the fabric burned, white smoke gracefully ascended in spirals, resembling ethereal clouds, and carried a faint

burned, but never have I seen such

as the finest.