Cecilia Vaughn never expected to encounter her two most despised people here.
Fiona Vaughn was dressed in a custom Chanel autumn collection, her rose pink long sleeve dress exuding elegance and luxury. She gently held the man’s arm with a soft smile.
anwhile, Tyson Law wore a dark green casual outfit with a matching cap, leaning down and speaking to Fiona about sothing amusing, making them both laugh together.
Cecilia watched the two of them looking so lovey-dovey, her eyes stinging painfully.
The scene from the TV interview just now was still vivid in her mind, and her hand slowly clenched into a fist.
— Without Tyson Law’s support behind the scenes, Fiona Vaughn wouldn’t dare to speak so brashly about her mother on TV!
...
Perhaps it was because Cecilia’s gaze was so cold that Tyson first sensed sothing was off.
He looked up and saw the girl, her face like frost, and a trace of surprise flashed in his charming eyes.
"Cecilia, are you here for a al as well?"
Seeing his open expression with no trace of guilt, Cecilia’s heart sank to the bottom.
Clearly, back in the day, her mother treated him so well...
It was as if her wholehearted kindness was fed to a dog!
Hearing Tyson’s words, Fiona turned her gaze to Cecilia, her beautiful eyes narrowing abruptly before flashing a very surprised smile.
"Sister, Tyson and I were just talking about you. Chance encounters are better than invitations; how about the three of us have a al together today?"
As she spoke, Fiona shyly leaned her head on Tyson’s shoulder, her voice sweet and tender.
"Oh dear, sister always said you got married, yet there’s no wedding ring or reception. Tyson and I value ceremonies more, so we rescheduled the engagent party to this weekend. The engagent invitations are newly made now. Sister, you must co this weekend, right?"
Her big eyes kept blinking, her watery gaze full of pleading, but her left hand kept playing with her hair, blatantly showing off the enormous diamond ring.
In her words, there was nothing but disdain for Cecilia’s alleged unofficiated marriage, every word jabbing at Cecilia’s spine.
In Veridia, if a girl married without anything from the groom’s side, she would definitely be mocked as a loss-making deal!
...
Despite Fiona’s overtly showy deanor, Cecilia was unfazed.
She gazed coldly at the couple cuddled in front of her, her lips pressed into a tight line.
"Fiona, are you implying you want to give you an engagent present?"
Fiona lowered her head shyly, as if embarrassed, burying herself in Tyson’s embrace.
"Sister, just your presence makes us happy. Why would we want your gift? Tyson has already asked the organizers to put on a grand engagent ceremony for , so I’m fully satisfied with his kindness."
"Even the diamond ring on my hand was bought by Tyson for millions. Oh my, I feel so bad about it. Sister, don’t worry about buying a gift, perhaps worry about your wedding ring—when will we et our brother-in-law?"
Fiona stepped out from Tyson’s arms, her head held high, the curve of her lips widening, her gaze aningfully landing on Cecilia’s left ring finger.
There, it was empty.
Whether Cecilia was actually married was questionable.
Looking at Cecilia’s student-like attire, without any makeup or jewelry, even if she was married, she was probably looked down upon by the groom’s family!
...
Faced with Fiona’s mockery, Cecilia seed enveloped in a layer of chill.
"Ha, I see your engagent ceremony is one I cannot avoid gifting."
Just as Fiona was secretly pleased, she heard Cecilia’s words, becoming confused.
Tyson also frowned, feeling a faint sense of guilt seeing Cecilia’s poor complexion.
— Perhaps it’s because he reneged on the engagent back then, choosing Fiona instead. After all, she once loved him dearly.
No matter the ti, a man always needs won to admire and adore him. With this thought in mind, Tyson’s guilt grew more genuine.
"Cecilia, there’s no need, we don’t need your gift..."
"That won’t do!"
Cecilia’s gaze turned icy as she swiftly walked toward the restroom door. Under Fiona and Tyson’s puzzled eyes, she picked up the aloe hand soap left on the sink.
...
What’s this wretched woman up to?
Fiona’s heart skipped a beat.
Before she could process it, Cecilia suddenly rushed forward.
No one expected Cecilia to move so quickly, effortlessly unscrewing the hand soap cap and pouring the liquid all over Fiona’s head!
The once smooth, shiny black hair was thoroughly drenched with dark green hand soap in an instant!
"Ah... My hair! Sister, what are you doing—"
Fiona scread in horror, attempting to fight back, but Cecilia, surprisingly strong, pressed her against the corridor wall, draining every drop of soap!
Her gaze firmly locked on Fiona’s face, her voice neither too high nor too low, yet seemingly coated with ice and snow, chilling to the bone!
"This is your engagent gift. Do you like it?"
"Fiona, take a look at yourself now!"
Fiona was frozen by the indifference in Cecilia’s eyes!
That gaze was too terrifying!
Fiona’s body shivered; facing the washroom’s square mirror, when she looked up, she saw herself resembling a green-haired monster!
Not only was her hair drenched in aloe hand soap, but even her high-end pink dress was completely ruined by the green liquid!
Too hideous to look at!
Cecilia, the lunatic! How dare she ruin her appearance!
Fiona, who always valued her outward image, could hardly accept this version of herself. She almost erupted in curses!
Yet, with Tyson present, Fiona had to restrain herself, digging her fingers tightly into her palms, like a frightened little deer hiding in Tyson’s embrace.
"Tyson, I’m so scared, why didn’t you save earlier, boohoo..."
Tyson, feeling deeply guilty, embraced Fiona and imdiately began comforting her in a low voice.
"It’s my fault, I didn’t co to my senses sooner. Are you alright, Fiona?"
Fiona, feeling wronged, pinched her skirt and sighed softly, her reddened eyes evoking sympathy.
"I... I’m fine, it’s just that sister ruined my dress and dirtied my hair."
...
Having been out for a while, worried about her friend’s mood, Mona Sumrs ca looking for Cecilia and just happened to witness Fiona’s miserable state.
Standing protectively in front of Cecilia, she imdiately made a snide remark.
"Oh, where did this green-haired monster co from? How fitting for The Second Young Master Law, the cuckold!"
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