Cecilia Vaughn glanced back and her eyes were captured by an unparalleled handsome face.
The man gently pulled her into his arms, the subtle fragrance of bamboo wafted into her nose, more refreshing than the most elegant woody scent from Dior.
"Cecilia, are you very disappointed?"
Cecilia Vaughn silently tightened her grip on the other person's hand, a touch of melancholy unwittingly in her voice.
"Adrian, I actually don't know whether to say I'm disappointed or surprised. In fact, a long time ago, I wanted to bring Fiona Vaughn to justice, but I didn't expect she could persuade her mother to take the fall for her and go to prison instead."
Adrian Law, upon hearing this, squinted his obsidian eyes slightly, which made him seem somewhat inscrutable.
"Cecilia, if you need, I can cement Fiona Vaughn's crime and ensure she goes to prison."
The man's voice was as cold as frost that seeps into the bones in winter, almost devoid of any human emotion.
