Cecilia Vaughn had a smile on her lips, but her eyes remained piercingly cold. She extended her slender finger, pressing a number leisurely.
It was precisely forty-one million.
Just imagining how Rosalind White must be inwardly fuming yet forced to maintain a pitiful facade in front of everyone, Cecilia couldn't help but feel her mood lighten.
Her originally icy cold smile now resembled a poppy swaying in the evening breeze.
Exquisite.
Yet carrying a spicy toxicity.
...
Adrian Law had been quietly watching Cecilia Vaughn, observing her every move from start to finish, yet he hadn't said a word.
But seeing the poppy-like smile on her lips now, he couldn't help but be captivated by her venomous beauty.
He stood up, gently embracing the girl's slender frame.
"Cecilia, no wonder someone once told me, 'Better offend a rogue than a woman.'"
Cecilia's method of leading someone step by step to the brink of collapse was far more terrifying than any storm or sword.
