Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 344

Chapter 344:

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But just as the first hand reached out to grab her, Arthur’s voice thundered through the commotion. “Stop! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Kristy whirled around, her face a mask of bewilderment. “Mr. Flores, what’s the problem? I’m just trying to make Linsey strip off that fake dress,” she protested, her voice tinged with confusion and irritation.

Arthur’s expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes. “Who dared to claim she’s wearing a fake? You’ve all lost your damn minds, you bunch of lunatics!” His voice boomed across the room, silencing the murmurs.

Wait, what? A sudden twist?

Hadn’t Arthur just pointed out that something was off with Linsey’s dress?

Why had he interrupted Kristy so abruptly?

The room buzzed with confusion.

“Mr. Flores, aren’t you upset that Linsey is wearing a counterfeit of your design?” someone called out, urgency lacing their voice.

“Indeed, haven’t you always expressed disdain for such actions?”

Arthur’s frown deepened, and he responded swiftly, his tone laced with irritation. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

He gestured emphatically toward Linsey. “She is not wearing a counterfeit. It’s one of my original creations. Why on earth would I be angry about that?”

The crowd fell into a stunned silence, everyone processing the unexpected turn in Arthur’s stance.

Kristy’s shock escalated to outrage as she exclaimed, “What? How could Linsey be wearing an authentic dress?”

Pointing at her outfit, she continued, “Mr. Flores, this dress is your design, right? You wouldn’t get that wrong, would you?”

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Arthur turned his gaze to Kristy, his eyes widening as he finally registered that her dress was identical to Linsey’s.

He rubbed his chin, perplexed, and said, “I’m sorry, Kristy, but it seems your dress got stained with red wine earlier, which altered its color. I didn’t recognize it at first glance.”

Infuriated, Kristy clenched her fists. “That was no accident! Linsey deliberately ruined my dress. It’s obvious she’s envious and wants to make a spectacle out of me. You must intervene! I can’t just sit back and let Linsey get away with this!”

Beth, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, stepped forward with a concerned look. “Mr. Flores, please take a second look. We can’t keep letting Linsey act like she’s untouchable. You’ve got to do something!”

Amid the heated debate, Arthur pieced the story together.

His brow furrowed as he noticed, for the first time, that Kristy’s dress mirrored Linsey’s. A chuckle escaped him suddenly.

He shook his head in bemusement and remarked, “This is absurd. How can someone wearing a counterfeit dare accuse the original of being a fake? It’s utterly ridiculous.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

What did he mean by that?

So, Arthur was suggesting that Linsey was adorned in the genuine dress, while Kristy’s attire was merely an imitation?

Kristy was utterly shocked, exclaiming in dismay, “Impossible! The dress I’m wearing is authentic! Linsey’s must be the fake!”

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