Chapter 294 Please Take Off Your Clothes in Public
The person speaking was suddenly speechless, unable to say a word in response to Darian's question. The other guests were also at a loss. "Does Darian mean that this supposed impostor is actually his wife, the real Cecily? The true heiress of the Bennett family?"
Upon hearing this, Eliza immediately retorted loudly, "Who said that? Who his wife is and who the real heiress of the Bennett family is are two different matters. Please don't confuse them. Just because someone is his wife doesn't mean she is the Bennett family's heiress. After all, how can he be sure that the person he initially married is the real Cecily?"
As Eliza finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement. She continued to look at Cecily with disdain, focusing on the matter of the dresses. She was determined to humiliate Cecily.
'So what if Cecily was Darian's wife? A fake is a fake,' she thought. Today, she would show Darian how Cecily was making a fool of him.
"Master Brady, you've come at the right time. Please take a look at these two dresses we're wearing and tell us which one is real and which one is fake." Eliza's eyes were cold as she stared at Cecily, full of disdain.
Master Brady, standing aside, nodded and carefully examined the two dresses.
"Wait," Cecily spoke up.
Eliza raised an eyebrow and asked with a sneer, "What? Scared?"
"Do your words still count?" Cecily asked calmly.
Eliza's brow furrowed. "Which words?"
"The one wearing a fake must take it off," Cecily stated calmly.
Eliza's frown deepened as she saw how calm Cecily was. It seemed she was certain that the dress she was wearing was real.
A strong sense of unease suddenly rose in Eliza's heart. Cecily seemed calm from start to finish. If she was wearing a fake dress, she wouldn't be this composed.
Moreover, Darian personally brought Brady here. If he wasn't completely sure, bringing Brady would only harm Cecily, right?
This didn't make sense.
Eliza looked down at her own dress, then at Cecily's. The bright light made both dresses equally dazzling, with no apparent differences.
She had instructed someone from the Bennett family to order the dress from Master Brady first, so her dress must be real.
If hers was real, then Cecily's must be fake. Where did her confidence come from?
Did she think that her high-quality imitation wouldn't be recognized?
Or did they bribe Brady to lie for them?
Eliza considered all possibilities in her mind.
Finally, she turned her gaze to Brady and raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Brady, you should know your own handiwork best. Be very careful and make sure not to make a mistake. It wouldn't be worth staining your reputation over one dress."
Eliza's words were a warning to Brady.
Brady smiled and said, "Of course."
Eliza nodded and looked at Cecily, answering her earlier question, "That's right. Whoever is wearing the fake dress will take it off on the spot."
"Alright, I can do that. Can you?" Cecily asked calmly.
Eliza swallowed, feeling a slight tremor in her heart at Cecily's question.
But at this point, she could only grit her teeth and go through with it.
She just couldn't believe that something fake could turn into reality.
Eliza thought Cecily was just bluffing, looking composed on the outside but actually very flustered inside.
Eliza felt more at ease with this thought.
"Of course, I can," Eliza replied.
Cecily looked at Eliza and smiled gently. "That's good. Let's begin then."
Eliza clenched her teeth and watched as Brady approached Cecily.
The guests below watched as Master Brady walked towards Cecily next to Darian. The murmurs quieted down, leaving only a few whispers.
"Who do you think is wearing the real one? They both look so calm. Why does that impostor seem even more composed?"
"I don't know. I find it strange too. Normally, the impostor should be the one panicking."
"Actually, have you noticed that the dress worn by the impostor seems to be more beautiful? The one on the Bennett family's heiress doesn't seem to be as well-made."
"No way. I don't see much of a difference."
As everyone discussed, Brady leaned down slightly, lifted Cecily's skirt, took a close look, then straightened up and said expressionlessly, "Alright, no need to look anymore."
Seeing Brady's expression, Eliza raised an eyebrow. The one on Cecily must be fake, she thought. Otherwise, why would Brady have such a reaction?
Eliza sneered, "Master Brady, don't you need to take a look at my dress as well?"
Brady shook her head. "No need."
The guests speculated, "Master Brady must have seen that the impostor's dress is fake, so there's no need to look at the one on the Bennett family's heiress."
"It must be the case. Just look at Master Brady's expression. It's undoubtedly fake on the impostor."
"I knew it. This impostor really brought this on herself. Let's see how she handles it now. It's so embarrassing."
Whispers filled the room as everyone waited to see Cecily's reaction.
Eliza was feeling the same, eying Cecily with a mix of triumph and scorn.
"Master Brady, please just tell us the result so that this person can give up and take off her fake dress," Eliza said, her face full of triumph.
Brady remained expressionless, and in the gaze of the spectators, she calmly said, "I have just appraised it. The dress worn by this lady is authentic, personally designed and tailored by me."
Her words left the room in stunned silence.
Eliza's face immediately changed.
Brady raised her hand towards Eliza and continued, "As for the dress worn by this lady, who claims to be the Bennett family's heiress, it is an imitation, not made by me."
After she finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in astonishment, and the guests were dumbfounded.
"My goodness, the dress on the Bennett family's heiress is the fake one. Am I hearing this correctly? The Bennett family's heiress is actually wearing a counterfeit?"
"Could there be a mistake? The Bennett family's heiress is wearing a fake, and the impostor is wearing the real one? Impossible, there must be some misunderstanding."
The astonished crowd could not believe the result given by Brady.
Eliza was also in shock, her face turning cold. "Ms. Brady, you must have made a mistake. Please check again."
Brady shook her head and said, "There's no need to look again. Her dress is real, and yours is fake. No matter how many times I look, it will always be the same."
Eliza clenched her hands tightly, refusing to believe Brady's words. She was convinced that Brady had been bribed by Darian.
She exclaimed in anger, "Brady, I just warned you. Please don't ruin your reputation for a lifetime over a dress. Are you not afraid of destroying your own reputation by speaking lies and mistaking the fake for the real?"
Brady smiled calmly and simply said, "The truth is the truth, and the fake is the fake. The dress you're wearing, both in material and craftsmanship, is not made by me. I can tell at a glance if something is an imitation. If you don't believe me, you can compare it yourself. The truth will become clear with a simple examination."
Eliza still couldn't believe it. She walked towards Cecily and lifted her dress to take a closer look, and then her own. Both dresses were exquisitely made, but upon careful comparison of the details, it was clear that Eliza's dress was much rougher in craftsmanship, and even the diamonds didn't sparkle as much as those on Cecily's dress.
"This..." Eliza's eyes widened, and she panicked instantly. "How can this be? It's impossible. You..."
"What about me?" Cecily remained calm, not bothered by Eliza pointing at her. "Now that it's clear, can you fulfill your promise and take off the dress on the spot?"
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