Adrian Law sat lazily at the stone table with Cecilia Vaughn, even leisurely ordering the bald, scarred man’s subordinate to wash him a plate of grapes.
The fallen flowers and plants in the house had long been righted, and the courtyard was cleaned anew, looking much like before.
Sitting in the quaint Riverdell courtyard, Cecilia sniffed the rich scent of osmanthus, and her internal anger and sadness gradually subsided, leaving her calm.
"Cecilia, these are cream grapes, seedless, see if they’re sweet?"
Adrian peeled the grape skin lazily, smiling as he brought it to Cecilia’s lips.
"Mmm, delicious, let’s buy so when we get back to Veridia City."
Cecilia smiled sweetly and swallowed the grape smoothly, a bit of grape juice slipping from her lips.
"Eat slowly, don’t choke."
Adrian gazed at her with a smile, taking out a handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo, gently wiping the grape juice from Cecilia’s lips.
The man’s earlier fierceness during the fight had dissolved, leaving only endless tenderness.
...
Do these two have to flaunt their affection regardless of the occasion?
The ruffians present, seeing them leisurely eating grapes, couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
They’d been ordered to clean the courtyard earlier, angry but silent, and now force-fed this dog food with no room for complaint.
—Adrian’s prowess was evident to all; such skills could only be honed in life-or-death battles.
Even Cecilia, appearing as a fragile girl at first, had broken their leader’s elbow from the start; this woman was truly fierce!
This couple appeared refined, but their tempers were explosively volatile!
Ordinary folks wouldn’t dare provoke them!
However, if the bald, scarred man and his gang knew Adrian Law’s true identity, they would deeply regret it, realizing the foolishness of provoking the Law Family heir?
...
Forty minutes later, Gregory Vaughn drove up to the Riverdell courtyard where Joan Sinclair resided.
When he first married Cecilia’s mother, Wendy Sutton, he’d visited here, as a son-in-law should.
But his pretense of filial piety didn’t last long; eventually, with excuses to avoid visiting their elder, especially after Joan and Martin Sutton divorced, Wendy’s soft nature left her unable to demand anything from him.
Unexpectedly, he could still step onto these cobblestone paths years later.
Gregory sighed heartily, a sense of triumph swelling within him.
—Ha, tis have changed; now he was not the cowardly, poor country boy, but here to claim a docunt. He was determined to seize Radiant Group’s power!
As he reached the courtyard entrance, Gregory spoke triumphantly.
"Brother Qiang, I’m here! You—"
But before he could finish, two shadows suddenly lood, and Gregory hadn’t even realized what was happening.
A thick sack fell from the sky, directly covering his head, and ropes tightly bound him, dragging him into the courtyard and tying him to a stone stool like cargo!
...
The pitch-black darkness engulfed Gregory instantly!
Unable to see, Gregory was overtaken by panic and struggled against the ropes, but his assailants intended to make him suffer.
"Brother Qiang, what are you doing? Ugh, let go, let go!—"
"If you dare touch , I’ll have the police round you all up!"
Only now did Gregory deeply regret not being more cautious, coming to a local gang’s territory without any bodyguards!
He was utterly foolish!
...
An old saying goes, human greed is insatiable like a snake swallowing an elephant; Gregory now fulfilled this saying.
"Round you all up? Oh, Mr. Vaughn, are you well acquainted with the police chief?"
A low, indifferent voice echoed in the air. Even though Gregory couldn’t see the speaker, he instinctively felt it was soone from high society.
However... this man’s voice sounded so familiar, as if he’d heard it sowhere before.
A foe seeking revenge, perhaps?
"You’re not Brother Qiang?"
Gregory strained to recall the other’s image but found nothing, so he gripped his hands tightly in vigilance.
"Who are you? Let go! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you pay!"
"Pfft—"
Cecilia chuckled upon hearing Gregory still bluffing even now.
...
There’s a woman here?
The voice was quite young, not sothing an elderly woman like Joan could possess.
Gregory instinctively furrowed his brow, shielding himself tighter.
He leaned against the stone stool, trying to maintain composure, raising his voice for intimidation.
"I don’t care who you are or how many of you there are, I advise you to wise up; I’m the chairman of Radiant Group, and the future father-in-law of The Law Group!"
"My younger daughter is set to marry The Second Young Master Law at the end of this month; anyone daring to touch offends The Law Group!"
Gregory shouldn’t have brought this up; ntioning Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law made Cecilia’s eyes suddenly flash with hostility.
She stood up, taking her cup she’d just used, and smashed it against Gregory’s head.
"Go on, keep talking, aren’t you hoping for Fiona to co save you?"
Cecilia’s lips curved into a smile, a smile devoid of warmth, sending shivers down the spines of those present!
This young woman was as fierce as Adrian Law, acting on impulse!
...
Gregory was knocked unconscious by the porcelain cup Cecilia threw!
Though he couldn’t see at all, his hearing was intact!
Having lived with Cecilia in the Vaughn Family for over a decade, Gregory couldn’t forget his eldest daughter’s voice.
In shock, he spoke.
"You... you’re Cecilia?"
That... wouldn’t that an the man speaking earlier was Adrian Law, the heir of the Law Family?
Had they both known about him hiring thugs to silence Joan, forcing her to sign against her will?
Fear crashed over Gregory.
However, realizing Cecilia is his biological daughter, he suddenly assud the authoritative tone of a head of family, booming with anger.
"Ungrateful girl! How dare you hit your father! Untie now!"
...
Cecilia gazed at Gregory coldly as she walked towards the middle-aged man on the stone stool step by step.
In a flash, she ripped off the sack covering Gregory’s head.
Sunlight, shining bright.
The joy of regaining sight made Gregory’s lips curl into a smile, but before he could enjoy it for half a second, he heard Cecilia’s cool, foreboding tone.
"Ungrateful girl, is it? Ha, Gregory Vaughn, today I’m hitting you!"
She stepped forward and raised her delicate hand, delivering a resounding slap to Gregory’s face!
Instantly, silence blanketed the surroundings!
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