A friend gave it to me, so I didn’t spend a penny.
"Listen, she admitted it herself!"
Sophie Sullivan immediately seized on this, loudly accusing.
For a moment, everyone looked at Ivy Kensington with a bit of disdain.
Everyone here is someone of importance in Veridia. How could she dare wear a knockoff to the event?
It would be humiliating to talk about it.
Sophie felt quite satisfied seeing everyone’s disdain towards Ivy.
"Ivy, if you have any sense, just take off that counterfeit quickly and save yourself the embarrassment."
"Sophie, don’t say that. What is Miss Kensington supposed to wear after she takes it off?"
Claire Crowley spoke considerately, as if she was genuinely concerned for Ivy.
Then she looked at Ivy and said, "Miss Kensington, if you don’t mind, my family has several outfits from our servants at home, all unworn."
Wearing the Crowley family’s servant’s clothes, hahaha.
Sophie felt a thrill at the thought of that image!
"Claire, quickly bring out the clothes. She’d thank you endlessly for giving her something to change into!"
Sophie cruelly added, and the next second, she heard Ivy say, "Miss Crowley, better keep those Crowley servant’s clothes for yourself."
The gown was given by a friend she trusted greatly.
No way they gave her a fake one.
Sophie laughed aloud first: "Ivy, by that you mean you think our Claire is wearing a knockoff?"
"Haha, are you dreaming? Claire would never wear a knockoff!"
Then she turned to Claire Crowley, "Claire, show your purchase record, let Ivy take a good look. At such a dire moment, she still won’t admit it, ridiculous."
Claire Crowley frowned in difficulty: "That’s not very good, Miss Kensington will really lose face."
Seeing her still considering Ivy, Sophie couldn’t hold back, "Claire, you’re just too kind!"
With that, she took the phone from Claire Crowley, showing Claire’s chat with the assistant of designer Z and the purchase records.
"Look closely, this was bought by Claire from the assistant beside designer Z, it’s absolutely not a fake!"
Sophie loudly declared, displaying the information for everyone to see.
Ivy glanced through it briefly. From start to finish, the assistant never presented solid proof that he was indeed the designer Z’s assistant, only relying on words.
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Ivy pressed her lips in speechlessness: "Miss Crowley, I advise you to report this to the police as soon as possible, this might be fraud!"
Claire Crowley’s face changed, somewhat angry.
She, the mayor’s daughter, saying she was scammed out of nearly a hundred million, wouldn’t that be laughable?
Sophie said, "Ivy, stop being stubborn, clearly wearing a knockoff yourself, yet turning around to accuse Claire of being scammed. I’ve never seen anyone more adept at fabricating than you in my life!"
"Miss Kensington, if you really don’t want to change, I’m not forcing you, after all, the one embarrassed for wearing a knockoff isn’t me."
Claire Crowley also left angrily.
Upon hearing this, those around couldn’t help but say, "Ivy is really something, Claire Crowley went out of her way for her, yet she claims Claire was scammed."
"Exactly, truly feeling bad for Master Blackwood, having a former wife who prefers wearing knockoffs."
While everyone was chattering away, suddenly a group of people walked in.
At the front was a young man with gray-blue dyed hair, wearing a dark green suit, looking extremely flamboyant.