Chapter 531: I’m Seriously Out to Get You

Just as Cecilia Vaughn was questioning her life, she suddenly heard a voice of joy calling from behind.

Cecilia Vaughn’s originally decent mood instantly collapsed.

She took a deep breath and turned around, only to see the face she least wanted to see.

Uh... no, to be precise, it was two faces.

...

Fiona Vaughn had also dressed up meticulously today. She was wearing a new Chanel haute couture fishtail dress for early spring. Despite the winter chill being icy, she still gracefully exposed her arms and slender neck, the back of the dress having a half-slit design, revealing a hint of allure, fresh and radiant indeed.

She had been pregnant for a few months, and her belly was only slightly protruding, not too apparent, instead adding a holy maternal glow.

However, Cecilia Vaughn deeply doubted that any child would want their mother to be wearing several centimeter-high stilettos while pregnant.

Aren’t you afraid of a miscarriage?

What really made Cecilia Vaughn twitch her lips was Rosalind White standing next to Fiona Vaughn, looking at Adrian Law with a face full of infatuation.

"Adrian, at the Lockwood Family auction last time, I was too impulsive. I shouldn’t have left so rudely."

Rosalind White smiled gently, extending her graceful hand to lightly raise the pink diamond necklace around her neck.

"Sister-in-law, you were right. This pink diamond necklace is precious to me, and it’s worth spending so much money on it because I was willing."

"What Rosalind White likes, she naturally won’t give up easily, sister-in-law, don’t you agree?"

...

As Rosalind White spoke to Cecilia Vaughn, her eyes were still fixated on Adrian Law, the deep affection in her eyes almost overflowing. Unless one is blind, anyone could see Rosalind White’s affection for Adrian Law.

Obviously, what she said is about not giving up the necklace, but in the ears of someone with intentions, it’s another declaration of war.

If a necklace is such, what about a man she has admired since childhood? Even though he is married, even though he has refused her several times, would Rosalind White be willing to stay away?

...

Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t foolish; she lightly swept her gaze over Rosalind White’s exquisite and elegant outfit and didn’t even mention the provocations hidden in Rosalind White’s previous words.

"Miss White, the necklace you spent over seventy million on is naturally excellent, and I think it matches your outfit today, given that it all exudes the scent of money."

Cecilia Vaughn looked at Rosalind White’s delicate face, a slight mocking smile gradually emerging in her almond eyes.

How does it feel to be a fool? That’s seventy million, not seventy!

"You—"

Rosalind White was almost furious, but thinking that today was a big day, she had plenty of chances to embarrass Cecilia Vaughn, so she barely held back.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart, Rosalind White looked towards Adrian Law beside Cecilia Vaughn with bright eyes.

"Adrian, sister-in-law praised my clothes and necklace. What do you think, Adrian?"

As if to show off her most delicate and charming side, Rosalind White even slightly lifted her head, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder and neck, resembling a delicate woman looking up to her hero.

To be fair, Rosalind White’s outfit was extremely beautiful today, and even standing in front of Fiona Vaughn, known as the nation’s first love, she did not pale in comparison.

Previously, Mayor Alden’s daughter had an enchanting appearance but often fell short in her dressing, too gaudy to mention, making her a laughing stock next to Fiona Vaughn.

However, Rosalind White was totally different. She wore a white evening dress that matched her name perfectly.

The delicate waist was gently outlined, the asymmetrical shoulder design revealed a pretty section of white skin, neither too exposing nor too conservative to be uninteresting.

The hem of the dress had a subtle ink orchid blooming, its leaves elegantly poised, standing upright, swaying gracefully with the winter breeze.

...

Although Cecilia Vaughn found Rosalind White unpleasant, she couldn’t help but internally praise her clothing taste at this moment as being genuinely extraordinary.

She was happy to play the villain, smiling as she glanced at her husband, and even though Adrian Law didn’t spare a glance at Rosalind White, she spoke up.

"Adrian, how would you rate Miss White’s outfit today?"

Adrian Law’s expression was extremely indifferent, and only after hearing Cecilia Vaughn’s words did he reluctantly glance at Rosalind White.

Rosalind White’s heart leapt to her throat, afraid he might make a random judgment, quickly casting a shy and coy glance at Adrian Law, her voice bright and clear like an oriole singing.

"Adrian, this dress was specially tailored for you. See the ink orchid, I..."

"Pfft—"

Cecilia Vaughn almost burst into laughter, unkindly cutting off Rosalind White’s words.

"Seeing Miss White say that, I don’t quite understand. Do you mean the orchid’s elegance is comparable to a gentleman’s virtue? Does Miss White aspire to be a virtuous person like my husband?"

Cecilia Vaughn deliberately explained this way, making Rosalind White so angry that her throat almost caught fire.

"Of course not—"

"Then what is it..."

Cecilia Vaughn asked with a smiling face.

Rosalind White was suddenly at a loss for words.

In front of the public, she couldn’t openly admit her admiration for a man like Adrian Law, could she?

After all, Adrian Law was married; even if they hadn’t held a banquet, they had legally registered as a couple recognized by the media.

Rosalind White bit her lip, overwhelmed with grievances, finally having to unwillingly take a step back and choose a more subtle expression.

"Adrian, Rosalind means, to marry someone like you... a gentleman like you."

Cecilia Vaughn immediately smiled, showing a look of realization.

"Oh, it turns out Miss White is eager to get married, so I wish Miss White finds a gentleman as perfect as my husband this year."

"I also think Adrian is wonderful if someone is six or seven-tenths like my husband, he’d be an unparalleled good partner."

Cecilia Vaughn deliberately emphasized the word "like".

...

"Sister-in-law, are you angry that I intend to marry a counterfeit?"

Rosalind White was filled with jealousy, yet Adrian Law always nonchalantly held Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, not sparing her a glance. Despite her unwillingness, she had no choice but to endure it.

"What do you mean by counterfeit?"

Cecilia Vaughn feigned surprise, raising her eyebrow.

"Could it be you’re thinking of marrying the real Mr. Law to become Mrs. Law?"

"Why not?!"

As soon as she spoke, Rosalind White regretted it, realizing she publicly admitted she intended to brazenly steal someone else’s partner.

It was then that Rosalind White realized she had fallen into Cecilia Vaughn’s trap, but it was too late to regret it, as many onlookers started pointing at her.

"Isn’t that shameless? Saying you want to be the mistress right in front of the wife?"