Chapter 104


    “Let''s proceed to our next agenda, shall we?” Nigel nced around the hall and was wonderstruck


    upon catching a glimpse of Jennifer.


    She was d in a sapphire blue gown with a piece of ck Corleon meteorite ne, looking just


    as stunning as Shannon.


    The fifteen million worth of A Midsummer Night''s Dream gown and the ten million worth of Eternal


    Love ne created by the world-renown designer, Lilith Snowden, could easily upgrade any


    woman''s elegance and beauty.


    Despite being clueless about what sort of gown and ne Jennifer was wearing, Nigel still had


    the taste to gauge that her outfit would have cost at least ten million.


    Where did she get her outfit from?


    Before Nigel could continue his speech, Sylvia piped up, “Hold on. It seems that someone here


    hasn''t presented a gift yet.”


    Sylvia''s sudden admonition left the crowd stunned, and they began staring at her.


    After all, to publicly request gifts on such an asion was not a respectful act.


    For some reason, she still chose to do so.


    That could only mean that Sylvia was not fond of that person, and she was using the perfect


    opportunity to kick that person out of the Wilson family.


    Silence hung thick in the air as everyone waited for her to call out that person''s name.


    Sure enough, Sylvia made her way to the center of the banquet hall. Using her wooden cane, she


    pointed at Jennifer.


    “Where''s your gift, Jennifer?”


    The crowd then turned and stared at Jennifer.


    Having hundreds of people ring at her, Jennifer became ufortable, and her mind went


    nk.


    That was her first time ever encountering such a situation.


    She went into a daze, and so did everyone else.


    At the same time, Dexter, Thomas, and Shannon, too, were all dumbstruck.


    In fact, Shannon was also amazed when she recognized Jennifer''s outfit.


    The esteemed Eternal Love and A Midsummer Night''s Dream were both huge hits during the


    International Fashion Week, produced by the top luxury designer, Lilith Snowden.


    “My goodness! What did I just witness with my own eyes?” With an empty gaze in his eyes, Thomas


    made a beeline for Jennifer to take a closer look at her gown and ne. “This is indeed the


    esteemed Eternal Love and A Midsummer Night''s Dream\”


    As he spoke, everyone instantly widened their eyes.


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    They were all from the upper-ss society, so they mostly interacted with two things daily, which


    were business and luxury goods.


    Most of them had even sponsored the International Fashion Week, thus knowing the value of those


    two items.


    The crown prince, Dexter was also thunderstruck.


    He, for one, believed that his own outfit was already extravagant enough. Never did he expect


    someone else to be a cut above him.


    Prior to that, he had offered Lilith thirty million for both of her masterpieces, but she rejected his


    offer.


    “What the hell! Those must be counterfeits.


    Lilith herself said she would never sell them!”


    “Those are absolutely fake!”


    “How shameless! Any other gown would''ve been better than an imitation for this grand asion!”


    The entire hall was abuzz with discussions.


    They would never acknowledge the authenticity of the gown and ne on Jennifer''s body. From


    their perspectives, treasures like that would never fall into the hands of some ordinary person.


    Jennifer was rendered speechless as her face was drained of color.


    She could not determine the genuineness of her gown and ne, but she already believed that


    Nigel had set her up.


    At that juncture, Nigel regained his senses and rxed. So those are counterfeits. That makes so


    much more sense. It would certainly be bizarre if someone like her were to get hold of such


    treasures.


    Nevertheless, Shannon, Thomas, and Dexter all knew that what Jennifer was wearing could not be


    any more authentic.


    By then, Sylvia waved her cane to point at Jennifer. “Today is my husband''s eightieth birthday, and


    all our invitees have taken great measures of etiquette and fashion. We, the Wilson family, are a


    century-old well-heeled family, and we''vee a long way from generation to generation, holding


    fast to our integrity. So, even if you had worn a cheap gown, I wouldn''t say a word about it.”


    Sylvia added, “You, however, bought counterfeits just for the sake of your so-called dignity and to be


    in the limelight,pletely going against our family''s ideology!”