Cecilia’s voice was asured but carried an unmistakable tone of sarcasm, amplified through the speakers and echoing in all directions.
Everyone looked up, searching for the source of the voice.
It didn’t take long for them to spot the young woman in a white dress standing in the corridor on the second floor.
Right away, quite a few sons of noble families were so stunned by her beauty that they couldn’t take their eyes off her.
When had anyone in Stellerton’s high society ever seen such a breathtaking and ethereal woman?
Though Cecilia was dressed in a simple white gown, aside from a very plain boutonniere on her left shoulder, she wore no other adornnts anywhere on her body.
In fact, it looked as though she wasn’t even wearing makeup!
Yet even with such a modest appearance, her beauty, radiant enough to ruin nations, could not be concealed.
Cecilia’s skin was pale, pores invisible, her almond-shaped eyes bright as stars, her bearing dignified and elegant, shining far more brightly than most heiresses.
Though the dress was plain, its tailored fit perfectly outlined the girl’s slender and graceful figure, so flawless that she was even more stunning than a runway model.
...
Everyone sensed the scent of gossip in the air.
Especially the reporters, who rembered Cecilia just called Gregory Vaughn "father," and, like bees drawn to nectar, rushed up the stairs, crowding around Cecilia until not even a drop of water could seep through.
"Miss, could you explain what you ant by your remarks just now?"
"You referred to Chairman Vaughn as your father—does that an you, like Miss Fiona, are also Chairman Vaughn’s daughter?"
"Miss, if you don’t mind, could you introduce yourself to us? What’s your na?"
"If you really are Chairman Vaughn’s biological daughter, why did you speak about your own father with such sarcasm? On this matter, would you agree to an interview with our network?"
...
Faced with this mob, everyone was curious: how would this young girl respond? After all, Cecilia looked so young and her bare face was nearly that of a high school student.
What shocked everyone was that, even surrounded and pressed by so many reporters, Cecilia didn’t show a hint of fear.
The girl smiled slightly, rosy lips parting, her almond eyes clear and full of confidence,
"Everyone, please calm down. Since you don’t know , it only proves that my partial father hasn’t ntioned to the outside world these past years."
The crowd erupted into a storm of discussion upon hearing this.
Did she just call her own father biased?
This girl is bold!
No matter what, that’s her own father! Slapping her father’s face in public—what a lack of manners!
But Cecilia remained calm and unafraid, smiling as though she hadn’t noticed the disapproving looks in the crowd, her voice steady as ever.
"Now, let briefly introduce myself. My na is Cecilia Vaughn."
"I wonder if anyone still rembers that the Law family’s second son, currently engaged to my sister, was my fiancé three years ago!"
...
Previously, so people were criticizing Cecilia for being too rebellious.
But she hadn’t even finished speaking when she dropped a shocking bombshell across the hotel!
No way!
Wasn’t Miss Fiona always claiming she and Tyson Law were childhood sweethearts, together since high school, tutoring each other and both getting into Stellerton University?
Just this alone had earned countless points of goodwill among thousands of internet fans!
So even joked they were the "Heavenly Couple," setting up a special fan club for Tyson Law and Fiona Vaughn, with a legion of followers!
And now, this self-proclaid Cecilia Vaughn was saying she was Tyson’s original betrothal partner!?
This is just too...
...
The entire group in the lounge had their worldviews blown to shreds!
Of course, it wasn’t just the onlookers whose minds were blown—the ones in the hotel center, Tyson Law and Gregory Vaughn, felt their scalps prickling!
Gregory Vaughn was so angry he nearly threw the mic, stomping his way up to the second floor, launching straight into a furious scolding toward Cecilia.
"Cecilia! What nonsense are you spouting? Have you boiled your brain in hot water?"
"Today is a grand occasion—the relocation celebration of Radiant Group! How can you irresponsibly say such things? What if the guests here misunderstand the Vaughn Family?"
"You’re just a girl who hasn’t even married yet. Talking such nonsense—aren’t you afraid you’ll ruin your own reputation?"
Reputation?
Cecilia’s almond eyes suddenly turned cold. Three years ago, that so-called reputation had already been destroyed by Fiona and her mother working together, while Gregory Vaughn and Tyson Law were—without a doubt—their accomplices!
The girl let out a cold laugh, standing unflinchingly, her spine straighter than bamboo in the wind!
"I’m spouting nonsense?"
"My wonderful father, you were the one who personally arranged my marriage to Tyson Law all those years ago. If I’m not mistaken, many of the uncles and elders present once congratulated back then!"
"I truly never expected that, Father—not only did you let Fiona steal my fiancé, but now you’re even planning to hand over the dowry my mother prepared for and give it to her!"
"Gregory Vaughn, don’t you forget—Radiant Group used to be the Suttons’, not the Vaughns’!"
"You forced Florence Warner to marry you while she was pregnant, pushed my mother into depression and an early death. Now, you won’t even spare your own biological daughter, snatching her dowry to give it to the mistress’ child!"
Cecilia’s voice wasn’t shrill—every word was solid, and anyone with a mind to investigate could absolutely find evidence!
Sure enough, President Sinclair, a prominent figure in Stellerton, imdiately stepped forward.
"That’s right, I support you, niece Cecilia. Your mother Wendy Sutton was known far and wide as a beauty in Stellerton, who’d have thought things would end like this!"
Back then, Old Mr. Sutton wanted to bring a son-in-law into the family, worried she’d be bullied by her husband’s clan.
But as ti passed, the beauty died lonely, and the vast estate was given away, renad to Vaughn, so who still cared that Radiant Group used to belong to the Suttons?
The elders present, hearing President Sinclair ntion those old events, couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
...
President Sinclair’s testimony stirred up a thousand waves,
Just then, Fiona suddenly rushed out.
"Sister, how can you bla my mother like that!"
"We joined the Vaughn Family later, but we never bullied you. Mother worked hard to guide you since middle school, giving all the good food and clothes to you and your brother—even I, her own daughter, ca last."
"The first wife’s death was a marine accident, it had nothing to do with my mother. As for your breakup with Tyson, everyone knows you and Young Master Trent were involved..."
She looked fragile, tears shimring in her beautiful eyes.
"Sister, if you’re still not satisfied, then bla , okay? It was my fault that Tyson fell in love with later. I beg you, don’t take it out on those who are innocent..."
"Sister, if I were to die, would you feel a bit better?"
With that, Fiona suddenly looked determined to prove her innocence with death, and abruptly tried to jump off the corridor!
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