Rosalind White didn’t expect Cecilia Vaughn, who looked so quiet and gentle, to actually hit soone!
A sharp pain instantly ca from the palm of her left hand.
She didn’t know how Cecilia managed to do it. Her left palm only had a small, inconspicuous red spot, yet the pain was as if it pierced through to her soul, straight to her brain!
"Ah, you shaless shrew! I will tell Adrian and Grandma and let them deal with you!"
She covered her hand with tears streaming down her face and retreated rapidly, but a trace of fear appeared in her eyes as she looked at Cecilia.
It was so painful!
Rosalind truly didn’t know any self-defense techniques. As the Daughter of Destiny, the Law Family had treated her like a precious gem, providing her with four retired special forces bodyguards even when she studied alone in Vesperia.
...
Seeing Rosalind’s pitiful appearance, Cecilia remained unmoved, even showing a cold and indifferent smile.
"Who are you calling a shrew?"
Fueled by hatred and pain, Rosalind didn’t notice the trap in the words and imdiately snapped venomously.
"I’m calling you a shrew!"
Cecilia’s almond eyes narrowed slightly, and her lips curled in an amused smile, quite different from the usual detached smile.
"Well, knowing oneself is good. Stay quietly in Vesperia. No one knows you there. If you return to Stellerton, you’ll really lose face."
Even though there wasn’t a single profane word besides "shrew," every word hit Rosalind’s weak spot.
Cecilia had always been adept at verbally attacking others, but she believed in not provoking others unless provoked. Hence, she usually didn’t bother engaging in verbal spats.
Initially, Fiona Vaughn had fallen for a similar verbal slip. If she were here now, she would have had much to talk about with Rosalind White.
...
Rosalind was almost driven mad with anger, but recalling Cecilia’s strange agility and her own lack of self-defense skills, she could only cry childishly.
"You wretch, just wait. I will definitely tell Adrian and Grandma, let’s see if you dare to be so arrogant again."
"Telling on ?"
Cecilia’s face showed a mocking smile.
"Miss White, are you an adult? If you think they’ll believe your words just by looking at your hand, go ahead."
Her tone was as cold as ice, her pale snow-like face and flowing dark hair accentuating an extre aloof beauty.
Despite so similarities in their features, for a mont, Rosalind felt an overwhelming sense of inferiority, as if she were an ant being gazed upon by the Snow Queen.
"I have proof!"
Seething with hatred, she imdiately raised her left palm.
"No... how could this be..."
However, to Rosalind’s astonishnt, the red mark on her hand had faded to almost nothing, indistinguishable by anyone from the outside what Cecilia might have done to her.
Cecilia’s eyes were calm, for she was not soone easily bullied.
She had learned this trick while in prison, from a cellmate who appeared gentle but was well-versed in traditional dicine and very knowledgeable about human acupoints.
At that ti, Cecilia had ford a strong bond with her, and the cellmate had taught her this: the left palm has a critical point of pain that, if pressed correctly, can cause excruciating pain.
...
Although she minded what Rosalind had said earlier about being the "Daughter of Destiny," Cecilia was too lazy to bother with this deceitful woman.
—Perhaps what Rosalind said was true, which would explain her daughter-like treatnt, but she would ask Adrian herself, which would be more appropriate.
Watching Cecilia walk farther and farther away, Rosalind angrily stomped her feet, a glimr of jealousy flashing in her eyes, and suddenly called out loudly.
"Cecilia Vaughn, don’t think you’re safe after hurting ! Let tell you, you’re just a substitute, not only inferior to but also to Adrian’s fiancée!"
"Perhaps you don’t even know! Adrian has a Vessarian mixed-race fiancée, a noble’s daughter, eternally elegant, her face ever-present in his wallet, looked at day and night!"
"And you! Haha, you’re just a free bed-warr!"
Vessarian fiancée?
Why has Adrian never ntioned her?
Moreover, how could Rosalind be so certain, claiming that Adrian keeps a photo of this noble mixed-race fiancée in his wallet, gazing at it day and night?
Cecilia montarily hesitated yet chose not to pause, quickening her pace towards the restroom.
Rosalind’s face was filled with resentnt as she suddenly drew out two red jade bangles with cracks, her lips curling into a sinister smile.
—Haha, trying to contend with her?
...
Hiding in the restroom, Cecilia leaned sowhat despondently by the sink, gazing at the woman in the mirror with reddened eyes, feeling a deep sense of desolation.
Rosalind even knew about Adrian’s lactose intolerance, so her confident assertions might not be false.
Adrian knew everything about her and had once candidly admitted that he cared about her and Tyson’s past but would let it go, yet what about himself?
He once got engaged, such an important past, yet he never told her, leaving her to find out from a woman infatuated with him?
How ridiculous!
Cecilia closed her eyes bitterly, feeling sowhat saddened.
— In Rosalind’s eyes, she must also be a laughingstock, a woman spun around by Adrian’s deceptions.
What Daughter of Destiny, what Vessarian fiancée...
Just as Cecilia was lost in thought, she suddenly received a call from Adrian.
"Cecilia, where are you?"
The man’s deep, elegant voice ca from the other end of the phone, and a tightness ford in Cecilia’s heart as she moved her lips multiple tis before finally speaking softly.
"Is it true what Rosalind said about you having a Daughter of Destiny?"
The phone fell silent for a mont, then Adrian’s slightly hesitant voice ca through after a long pause.
"Cecilia, do you believe in destiny? A high monk at Sage’s rcy Temple once said that the girl who saved from the sea of fire in childhood is my benefactor for life, so..."
Before Adrian could finish, Cecilia abruptly interrupted him.
"I don’t believe it."
She knew Adrian didn’t believe it either, because Stacy Sumrs had once said the Purple Moon Charm necklace was cursed and would bring disaster, yet Adrian flatly declared that misfortune was caused by people.
So why try to brainwash her now?
...
For the first ti, Cecilia willfully hung up on Adrian.
She felt anxious inside, fearing that the Daughter of Destiny had beco an unquestionable principle for the Law Family. Then what about the fiancée photo Adrian always kept?
In Adrian’s eyes, what did she count as?
Cecilia let out a bitter laugh, but behind her ca a slightly sharp female voice.
"Yo, Fiona, isn’t that your good sister?"
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