First Loves Return Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 

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Juliette was wearing a cream–colored Chanel suit, carrying a white and light blue patterned LV bag. Her outfit was quite similar to Mariela’s, and even her hairstyle was exactly the same. 

At first, Mariela didn’t recognize her, but seeing the woman’s outfit so similar to hers, she took a second look. 

It turned out that the woman was Juliette. 

Mariela thought, “What did she mean by this? Copying my outfit? 

“Is Juliette imitating me? It felt like being targeted by something dirty.” 

Noticing her gaze, Juliette turned around, paused, and frowned. 

“Mariela?” Juliette’s internal alarms went off, her face slightly darkened, and she walked towards her, “What are you doing here?” 

Mariela sat on the sofa, looked up at her, and said in a casual tone, mocking, “Oh, it’s you that I saw just now. I thought you were one of my sisters. Why are you starting to imitate, playing the ‘copycat‘ game?” 

Juliette’s face turned pale. 

She wondered, “Did she notice?” 

She quickly adjusted her expression and said stubbornly, “Imitate you? You’re too narcissistic! Why would I need to imitate you?” 

Mariela’s gaze scrutinized her from head to toe. 

Then, Mariela suddenly laughed mockingly. 

“What are you laughing at?” Juliette was somewhat annoyed. 

“I suddenly remembered an idiom.” Mariela looked at her disdainfully, “I wonder if Ms. Murphy has heard of ‘Monkey see, monkey do?” 

Juliette’s face turned green. 

Of course, she knew about ‘Monkey see, monkey do‘. 

“Mariela, I’ve seen narcissistic people, but someone as narcissistic as you is a first for me. What now? Is this outfit your patent? Only you are allowed to wear it?” Juliette stood in front of Mariela; arms crossed. 

Mariela looked at her amusedly. 

“Of course, the outfit isn’t my patent. I understand, Ms. Murphy, you just happened to have a similar outfit, similar hairstyle, similar makeup, and even the perfume you use is coincidentally the same as mine, right? It’s all a coincidence, of course, you’re not imitating, it’s just a coincidence.” 

Juliette’s face was very gloomy. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by a male voice. 

“Mariela!” Jaime’s delighted voice rang out.