Free Web NovelChapter 320: Chapter 320: Didn’t Even Know She Was Set Up
Wait a minute, why does this dress look so familiar...
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart suddenly tightened, and a certain scene flashed through her mind.
—Isn’t this dress the one Jude Grant gifted to Claire Sinclair at the private club atop Cloud Peak a couple of days ago?
According to Mona Summers, it seems this dress is very precious, exclusively custom-made by a master named Eric.
Cecilia Vaughn was lost in thought, while Chloe Alden instantly felt triumphant.
"Ha, a bumpkin is indeed a bumpkin. I knew it, the moment you arrived, you targeted Fiona with sarcasm out of jealousy of her looks, her beautiful clothing, and her doting husband."
"Someone like you, a resentful woman abandoned, can only rely on plastic surgery to barely gain some confidence!"
Every word from Chloe Alden was sharp and acrid. If someone else were standing here, they might have already been humiliated.
Some classmates from Class 1A couldn’t help but look at Cecilia Vaughn with sympathy, thinking if she hadn’t been abandoned by Tyson Law, she probably wouldn’t be in this poor state.
...
Faced with Chloe Alden’s insults, Cecilia Vaughn didn’t get angry but instead laughed.
"Are you done talking?"
Cecilia Vaughn’s expression, as if nothing concerned her, was so serene that it left Chloe Alden dumbfounded.
This woman is shamelessly thick-skinned!
Fuming with anger, Chloe Alden stomped on the floor with extreme hatred.
"I’m not done! Today, with all our classmates here, I want to say that a plastic surgery freak like you can’t even compare to one finger of Fiona!"
"People might think you’re living it up, but you’re nothing but an abandoned woman! Now you only drive a Volkswagen. Unlike our Fiona, who wears clothing identical to the Euronian Royalty, always has sports car pick-ups, and most importantly, Tyson is wholeheartedly in love with our Fiona!"
Everyone thought Cecilia Vaughn would be hurt mentioning being abandoned by Tyson Law and at least shed a tear or two.
However, Cecilia Vaughn laughed uncontrollably as if the abandoned woman Chloe mentioned wasn’t her.
"Although I disagree with most things, you got one thing right, Eldest Miss Alden. Tyson must be wholeheartedly in love with Fiona Vaughn; I will be grateful for not marrying him!"
"Also, let me emphasize this, I’m naturally beautiful and couldn’t abandon myself. That’s just how fair-skinned I am, no hospital can achieve this effect..."
The class monitor was amused by Cecilia Vaughn’s playful words. She initially wanted to defend Cecilia, but seeing Cecilia’s lighthearted expression, she decided to enjoy the show too.
Natural beauty couldn’t be abandoned?!
Is there such self-promotion?
"You, shameless!—"
Chloe Alden was upset once more.
But Fiona Vaughn feared her continued speaking would backfire, as the whole class already knew how miserable Cecilia Vaughn’s life was; she pulled Chloe Alden’s arm to stop.
"Chloe, don’t speak like that to sister... She’s not intentionally trying to squeeze me out."
Fiona Vaughn’s face showed a fleeting trace of apology, gazing at Cecilia Vaughn with a look of sisterly affection.
"Sister, is Mr. Law treating you poorly? The car is one thing, but how could he let you attend a banquet dressed like this? Even the Vaughn Family can’t bear to see this."
Saying this, her eyes glistened as she tried to grab Cecilia Vaughn’s wrist.
"Sister, I still have many big brand dresses unopened in my closet. We’re about the same size, maybe I can give you a couple."
Cecilia Vaughn stepped back as fast as lightning, as if sensing some contagion, making Fiona Vaughn’s grab miss.
She indeed was impressed with Fiona Vaughn, a pregnant woman wearing high heels, deliberately pulling her arm. Cecilia Vaughn almost suspected Fiona was setting up to accuse her of causing a miscarriage next.
When this thought emerged, Cecilia Vaughn felt goosebumps all over.
After all, it’s Tyson Law’s child, Fiona might not put so much at stake, right?
...
Truly pitying Fiona Vaughn’s unborn child for having such a mother.
Cecilia Vaughn lost interest in the spectacle, her gaze turned cold as she stared at Fiona Vaughn and spoke firmly.
"Don’t touch me, I don’t want to be involved in any sudden major events. Fiona Vaughn, for your child’s sake, better watch out."
Fiona Vaughn looked extremely aggrieved as two streams of clear tears suddenly fell.
"Sister, you’re scolding me again... You really dislike me that much? I just thought your attire was too simple and wanted to give you a couple of dresses for banquets."
Cecilia Vaughn cast a significant glance over Fiona Vaughn’s extremely pretty powder-pink cashmere long dress.
"No need, no matter how simple I dress, I aim for comfort. Unlike you, sister, going as far as counterfeiting a high-end replica to match the Euronian Royalty’s style."
Instantly, shock all around!
...
"You, what do you mean by this?! Speak clearly!"
Fiona Vaughn’s face turned ugly instantly; she’s always valued her noble identity, lacking everything except dignity.
From the moment she walked in, this peach-pink dress custom-made by Master Eric was admired by many, and now Cecilia Vaughn outright claims it’s a replica?!
Fiona Vaughn’s attempt to show sisterly affection, originally with delicate tear stains, looked so soft and moving. Yet her furious questioning now lost that grace and even appeared somewhat ferocious!
Several boys who had been following her were shocked, realizing the gentle goddess had the potential to turn into a shrew, which was quite scary!
Fiona Vaughn finally realized her demeanor was off, quickly collecting her earlier fury, her face slightly flushed, returning to its original soft and weak appearance.
"Sister, are you saying my dress is a replica out of jealousy? ...Sister, I don’t blame you, really, but don’t do this next time, okay? I’ll be sad too..."
The onlookers, hearing this from Fiona Vaughn, couldn’t help but hesitate and sway.
"Yeah, Cecilia Vaughn has nothing to back her words, the workmanship of this dress is so good, it really doesn’t seem like a counterfeit."
Cecilia Vaughn’s expression remained cool; she had anticipated Fiona Vaughn’s stubbornness and had already done her homework with Mona Summers.
"What if I said I’ve seen the original?"
The crowd was in an uproar upon hearing this.
"Impossible!"
But Cecilia Vaughn remained calm, unchanged.
"Fiona Vaughn, Master Eric’s custom dresses have double-sided gold thread at the hem, with unique stitching that shines rainbow colors under the light."
"Additionally, if you turn the cuffs inside out, you can find Master Eric’s label—it’s his habit."
"All this can be verified. If you don’t believe me, you can try it yourself—"
Fiona Vaughn’s face changed several times, harboring a retreating intent.
"Our Fiona’s dress is absolutely authentic!"
And that idiot Chloe Alden suddenly came forward, flipping over Fiona Vaughn’s cuff—
