Pressing the switch on her corsage, Cecilia Vaughn’s lips curved into a mysterious smile.
Just then, her phone vibrated gently.
She glanced down to see a ssage from Wyatt Law.
The ssage was concise.
Just a single Arabic nural, 1, signifying readiness. It seed the hotel’s network system had been breached.
The screen at the center of the hall currently displaying the growth history of Radiant Group—once it turns into the live scandal of the current Chairman’s wife, what expressions will the guests have?
Cecilia Vaughn’s smile widened.
Today’s drama was intense enough; she didn’t mind adding more fuel to the fire.
...
Florence Warner saw Cecilia Vaughn still smiling and couldn’t help feeling disdainful of her naivety.
Warmly taking Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, she was completely unaware that her every move was being recorded by a live broadcast software.
"Cecilia, you know you’re not getting any younger, you’re in your twenties, and Fiona is preparing to get engaged this year. What about you?"
"Though you’re not my biological daughter, you’re so beautiful and smart. I sincerely want to introduce you to a good family, so you can marry gloriously for the rest of your life."
Since the recording software was placed at Cecilia Vaughn’s chest, it completely avoided showing her face, focusing primarily on Florence Warner, who wore a mask with her eyes full of a fake smile.
Cecilia Vaughn looked subtly at Florence Warner. Initially, she thought that mother and daughter had drugged her to find a ti later to have soone open the door and watch her "undress."
But now Florence Warner was so enthusiastic about introducing her to soone.
Perhaps... the hotel room wasn’t empty after all.
She wondered who the man inside could be?
A random stranger, or soone of certain use as a marriage prospect?
Cecilia Vaughn analyzed Florence Warner’s words and guessed it was most likely the latter.
How vicious!
...
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes, like black grape-like apricots, blinked as she pretended to be interested yet shyly spoke.
"Auntie, you know my situation... The Second Young Master Law called off our engagent, and for those three years... Who in Stellerton would dare to marry now?"
Cecilia Vaughn seed to find it hard to speak, her face full of sha.
Florence Warner had never seen Cecilia Vaughn actively concede in front of her, perhaps a little too happy, she felt her body heating up.
She might just send this little brat to Chairman Goldsmith’s bed, helping Fiona snag a role, what a two-bird-with-one-stone scenario! She was too excited!
Florence Warner didn’t think much, pulling Cecilia Vaughn’s hand with a face full of affection.
"Cecilia, you’re so young and beautiful, how could no one want you?"
She spoke with more excitent.
"Cecilia, I actually know a diamond bachelor who doesn’t have a wife yet! He’s worth over a billion, though a bit older than you, but a man in his forties is like a blooming flower!"
"Look, the CEO of Kane Motion Pictures Group, Chairman Goldsmith, has long said he likes young girls like you. Auntie thinks it should stay in the family, what do you think of introducing you to him?"
The CEO of Kane Motion Pictures Group, Director Goldsmith?
Cecilia Vaughn had heard of him. The man was nearly fifty, liked to take advantage of won, had so unpresentable hobbies, often abusing people, and even forced his wife to death.
This scummy old man who could be her father was called an ideal match?
Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but admire Florence Warner’s ability to lie.
Even though the live broadcast software couldn’t record her face, her voice would still appear. Acting innocent and pitiful, not thinking that only Fiona could.
Cecilia Vaughn, like a frightened little girl, timidly questioned.
"Auntie, are you serious? But I’ve heard people say that Director Goldsmith is as old as my father..."
Florence Warner’s face stiffened.
This little girl actually dared to undercut her!
For a woman like Cecilia Vaughn, who has been in prison for three years, being noticed by Director Goldsmith was already good fortune, yet she dared to complain about his age!
Florence Warner imdiately advised earnestly.
"Cecilia, young n are unreliable. Director Goldsmith is in his pri, childless with his ex-wife. Wouldn’t it be perfect if you married him? Have a child or two; Kane Motion Pictures Group would be yours in the future!"
"Furthermore, you know your current situation. Director Goldsmith overlooking it is already very open-minded!"
What manipulation skills!
Cecilia Vaughn nearly burst out laughing.
"Auntie, by your logic, then isn’t Tyson Law also young and unreliable?"
Florence Warner’s expression beca even uglier.
"We’ve watched Tyson grow up, how can you say that! Oh Cecilia, trust , Director Goldsmith picking you is a blessing!"
...
anwhile, in the hotel lobby, where the growth history of Radiant Group was playing, the screen suddenly went black.
Everyone froze for a mont, and then a masked, qipao-wearing middle-aged woman appeared on the screen, accompanied by a girl in a white dress, though her face wasn’t shown.
Wait, isn’t the masked one Gregory Vaughn’s current wife, Florence Warner?
And the one in the white dress, the one arguing with them earlier, is Eldest Miss Vaughn, Cecilia Vaughn?
Earlier, these two were at each other’s throats. Why are they together now?
As everyone was puzzled, they heard Florence Warner earnestly persuading Cecilia Vaughn to find an old man, and it was that notorious Director Goldsmith!
Even those who didn’t like Cecilia Vaughn thought that with her extraordinary beauty, how could she be matched with such a disgraceful scoundrel like Director Goldsmith?
Soon, a young nobleman was enraged.
"No wonder Eldest Miss Vaughn said her stepmother was shaless earlier. Just look, how could Mrs. Vaughn even pretend to be genuinely good to her!"
"Exactly! Director Goldsmith is so old, with such a terrible reputation. Isn’t this just pushing the girl into a pit of fire?"
Everyone began to question the authenticity of Fiona’s earlier complaints.
...
And Fiona was engaging with people, turning pale with fright upon seeing the live broadcast displayed centrally on the screen!
Her voice shook.
"Who’s in charge of the network! Turn it off quickly!"
"Second Miss, our back-end has been hacked, we can’t shut it off!"
Fiona’s legs nearly gave way with fright, but the horror didn’t stop there!
...
Florence Warner, with Cecilia Vaughn, reached room 0676 on the screen, her face flushed unnaturally, but hidden by the mask.
As the door opened, a nearly naked Director Goldsmith leaped out, with a close-up.
"Beautiful! Here I co!"
Though Cecilia Vaughn’s face wasn’t visible on the screen, her scream was captured.
The crowd only saw the white dress retreat sharply, seemingly pushing Florence Warner into the room in fear, slamming the door shut with a bang!
Then the screen went black!
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