Peter glanced at Elizabeth, who was quietly enjoying what was happening, and smiled, "Are you saying what she's wearing is a knock-off?"
"Yes," Lily nodded.
To her surprise, Peter's tone turned indifferent the next moment, "Are you comparing cheap knock-offs with July? Are you implying that July is cheap?"
He cast his eyes down at the two before him, the atmosphere around him almost oppressively heavy.
A cold sweat formed on Lily's back as panic surged within her, "President Berney, I don't understand what you mean."
Peter calmly informed everyone, "What she is wearing is genuine, and it's the only piece of its kind."
Because Elizabeth was born in July, the brand was named "July". In reality, she was the founder.
And these kids dared to claim the founder was wearing knock-offs.
Ridiculous.
Everyone didn't know what to say.
Everyone fell into silence.
An unprecedented silence.
Almost simultaneously, these young masters and mistresses thought:
Had Sir and Lady Wilson really splurged on authentic merchandise for Elizabeth?
In contrast, the gown Linda was wearing was only worth several hundred thousand dollars, barely comparable to what Elizabeth had on.
The difference in status was clear.
Linda staggered back a step, unable to stand steadily.
Had her parents deceived her?
Had they secretly bought authentic merchandise for Elizabeth?
Why?
Wasn't she supposed to be the star tonight? Why let Elizabeth steal her limelight?
For a moment, Linda felt like she was surrounded by mockery.
Otherwise, why would they look at her with eyes full of pity, surprise, and regret?
She was Miss Wilson; she didn't need anyone's pity!
Elizabeth looked indifferently at Linda's ever-changing facial expressions, emotionless.
It was as if she was watching a joke unfold.
Struggling to speak, Linda finally said, "As I said before, it was a misunderstanding. I apologize for the embarrassment."
Peter responded casually, "Then apologize."
Linda looked at Peter, her eyes filled with vulnerability, "President Berney, I'm sorry."
Peter wasn't buying any of it. Smiling, he said, "You should apologize to the person involved, not me. After all, I wasn't the one accused of wearing counterfeit goods."
Linda didn't move at all.
Linda was beyond furious. Did Peter want her to apologize to Elizabeth? Not in her next life!
However, Peter's face carried a smile but his aura was commanding. He looked at her with an unyielding demeanor.
Swallowing hard, Linda almost gritted her teeth as she said, "Elizabeth, I'm sorry. Can you forgive us?"
It was the epitome of humiliation.
Elizabeth's thoughts had already drifted off, and it wasn't until she heard Linda's apology that she tuned back in.
She lifted her eyes wearily and after a pause said flatly, "Oh, you can apologize. But whether or not I forgive you needs consideration because you've wasted my time."
Linda felt speechless.
Elizabeth's straightforwardness made her seem aloof.
Peter found Elizabeth's languid demeanor amusing.
Did these little idiots know how much money Professor Lawrence could make in a second?
Did they still disturb her personal rest time?
His gaze shifted to Lily, and he looked at her with a half-smile.
Lily felt scared.
Lily bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you."
Elizabeth nodded, "Oh, same answer as before."
Her brows were exquisitely shaped, and her expression was indifferent. It seemed like she was really pondering whether to forgive them, rather than making things difficult.
Indeed, Elizabeth was really weighing the pros and cons. After all, she had never encountered such a situation before and found it a bit novel.
What Linda hated the most was Elizabeth's pretense of innocence.
Their commotion quickly attracted the attention of others. After all, it was hard to ignore Peter.
"President Berney."
Sir Wilson approached with a perfectly balanced cordiality, "What are you all talking about?"
Elizabeth said in a sweet voice, "President Berney was talking about the time he got punished by a teacher to write lines."
Peter's mouth twitched.
Great, he couldn't escape that story now.