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    As soon as Melinda finished speaking, A 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 A. 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 A, the group regarded Marissa with disdain


    Ignoring their judgmental nces, Marissa gave Virgil an indifferent look. Understanding his boss’s silentmand, Virgil spoke up with authority. “Thisdy 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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    “Thirty million dors? How on earth did Tiffany acquire such wealth?”


    Sansa and A were utterly bbergasted. It was beyond theirprehension that Tiffany, typically d in shabby garments, would one day wear a dress of such grandeur. They refused to ept it. Chloe felt bewildered


    She recalled the conversation between Le and Rachel about Marissa and Connor’s agreement to enter into a sham marriage. Why would Connor buy such an expensive dress for his fake wife? It certainly wasn’t Connor who bought the dress! If not Connor, then who? Was there another benefactor behind Marissa? But how could an unassuming vige girl catch the eye of such a wealthy man?


    Melinda, her fists clenched tight enough to bury her nails in her flesh, confronted Virgil. “Mr. Hanson, are you merely trying to avoid offending the hostess of the Daniels family by lying? It’s disappointing to see Sarth Group, a beacon in the fashion industry, show such cowardice.”


    Virgil’s expression grew stern. “Miss Warren, you must not question the integrity of the Sarth Group. Since you have doubts, I will rify them right here.”


    He then turned respectfully towards Marissa. “Ma’am, every dress from the Sarth Groupes with a small bag containing a fabric sample attached by the tag. May we see it, please?”


    Luckily, Marissa had not yet removed the tag. She confidently pulled off the tag and disyed the bag with the fabric sample. Virgil carefully took the bag in both hands, gently opened the outer packaging, and extracted the fabric sample


    “Everyone, this is a sample of the finest taffeta. 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 that can’t be produced by burning any other fabric.”


    With no further ado, Virgil produced a lighter and set the fabric sample aze. True to his words, as the fabric burned, white smoke gracefully ascended in spirals, resembling ethereal clouds, and carried a faint scent reminiscent of feathers. The crowd murmured in awe


    “I’ve witnessed various silks being burned, but never have I seen such distinctive clouds.”


    “It’s clear why Sara’s taffeta is regarded as the finest. It possesses a unique charm.”


    “Such exquisite fabric truly merits its thirty-million-dor price tag.”


    As the fabric sample finished burning, Virgil lightly rubbed the residue, and it disintegrated into a fine, brown powder. Lifting his gaze, Virgil addressed the crowd assertively, “Does anyone else have any doubts?”


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