Top Actress Beware: Also Reborn Is Your CEO Husband! Chapter 790: Invisible Pretension Is Most Fatal

"Your annual salary isn’t worth more than the clothes I’m wearing."

A glance suddenly darted toward Aurelia Shaw.

With a cold sneer, "Ugh, even if so nobody sneaks into the party, you should keep your eyes open. Not everyone’s clothes are as cheap as so people’s."

"Aurelia, you don’t think I’m being an, do you? You have to understand ; my outfit is different from yours. Mine is handcrafted personally by a master from the L Kingdom, ordered three months in advance.

Even though I’m only wearing it once, I still want to hang it in my closet as a keepsake.

Now that you’ve spilled on it, how am I supposed to wear it again?"

The last sentence was directed at the waiter.

The waiter trembled, "I’m... I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional, but I don’t think I splashed on your clothes."

Fiora Harris gaped, "You call that not splashing? How much more do you want to spill, an entire glass of wine?"

"I-I’m sorry, ma’am."

"Oh!" An interjection in pure M Nation language.

Edward stared at the dress on Aurelia Shaw, his eyes suddenly widening. From where he stood, a ray of light fell just right on Aurelia’s dress, making the blue and white gown sparkle like a constellation wrapped around her.

He recognized the dress!

"My God! I can’t believe my eyes, my God, this is the Stardust gown personally crafted by Mr. Watson, isn’t it?"

Edward’s words drew everyone’s attention to Aurelia.

Fiora Harris awkwardly laughed, "Mr. Edward, what are you talking about?"

What kind of fine dress could this woman be wearing? It’s just an ordinary dress without any embellishnts.

Besides, who’s this Wat... what does he do?

Edward frowned, disdainful of her ignorance, "Mr. Watson is the most renowned fashion designer in F Nation. No elite person is unaware of his na."

People looked at Fiora Harris with more skepticism.

The elite all know, but Fiora Harris doesn’t, suggesting she either isn’t up to elite standards, or those she considers elite are actually far superior to her.

Fiora Harris blushed with sha.

Furiously pointing at Aurelia’s dress, "So hers is more high-end than mine?"

With all eyes on her, Aurelia remained unruffled. She had already known the gown Mason Nightshade ordered would be extraordinary, ntally prepared for this.

Fiora Harris attacking her on this point was a fool’s errand.

Edward recognizing the gown was unexpected for her.

However, even without Edward, she had other ways to slap Fiora Harris in the face.

"Certainly very high-end!" Edward assuredly said.

This alone was enough to make Fiora Harris want to vomit blood, but more infuriating was Edward’s addition: "Your dress can’t compare to Mr. Watson’s at all."

Especially with that disdainful look.

Fiora Harris wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

That damned Edward, does he know how to use his eyes?

Praising Aurelia in public was one thing, but what did he an by that? That her dress wasn’t worthy of comparison to Aurelia’s?

That look made it seem like her dress was nothing more than a rag.

A dress bought for hundreds of thousands, scorned like this, Fiora Harris really felt like coughing up blood.

"You’re so sure this dress is Wat..."

"Watson," Edward reminded her.