Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Tearing Apart the Old Fox’s Perfect Scheme

The people around all stared at Cecilia Vaughn in astonishment, barely able to believe their own ears!

Who in Stellerton doesn’t know that Gregory Vaughn, CEO of Radiant Group, has only one precious daughter!

And that’s the superstar all over Veridia, Fiona Vaughn!

Gregory Vaughn is often interviewed by TV stations and newspapers, and whenever he talks about Fiona, he always wears a look of pride, going on and on about "my daughter" — so everyone just assumed Fiona was an only child.

So how come Fiona suddenly has an older sister now? ...

This is a bit too surreal!

...

Fiona Vaughn walked forward softly and delicately, her beautiful eyes seemingly brimming with emotion.

"Sis, you’ve refused to come home for so many years. Dad and Mom’s hair has gone gray from worry. I’m really so glad you could come today..."

The crowd was thrown into an even bigger uproar when they heard Fiona’s words.

"Who is this girl in the white dress? Did she just pop out of nowhere? I’ve never heard of the Vaughn Family having an elder daughter."

"Me neither! But didn’t you hear what Miss Fiona just said? This big daughter is just too irresponsible! She hasn’t come home in years!"

"Exactly. She looks so pretty and refined, but her personality must be awful. Her parents must have worried themselves half to death!"

"If I had such an unfilial daughter, I’d probably die of anger. Did you all see? She arrived a good ten minutes after her own family’s relocation event started—what kind of well-bred young lady likes being late? Really no manners at all!"

...

Hearing the crowd’s dismissive comments about Cecilia, Fiona was more than satisfied with the effect she’d created.

She was all smiles inside, and a few hints of accusatory surprise colored her already thrilled expression, making her performance even more convincing.

"Sister, why aren’t you saying anything? Come on, I’ll take you upstairs. Dad and Mom can’t wait to see you."

As she spoke, Fiona reached out to grab Cecilia’s hand, looking for all the world like a loving sister.

Cecilia looked back at her coldly, lips curled in a half-smile, half-sneer.

"Don’t touch me. And, by the way, she’s your mother, not mine. Thanks."

"As for why I came this time, you know perfectly well."

Cecilia’s voice wasn’t loud or soft, just enough for those nearby to hear.

The guests nearby became even more eager for gossip.

So it turns out, this girl in white was actually Chairman Vaughn’s late wife, Wendy Sutton’s daughter?

Gregory Vaughn normally treats Fiona as his darling and never even mentions the older daughter—just think of the difference in treatment, it’s enough to make anyone resentful...

Suddenly, they kind of understood why Cecilia Vaughn wouldn’t want to come home.

...

The gossipy crowd’s thoughts shifted back and forth, but Cecilia paid them no mind, simply following Fiona upstairs.

She lightly brushed the boutonniere at her left chest, seemingly absent-minded, and the corner of her mouth revealed a faint smile.

The real show is about to begin.

Upstairs, Cecilia quickly realized Gregory Vaughn was nowhere to be seen; instead, it was Florence Warner sitting there in a cheongsam, looking like a classical lady.

Oh, of course, that’s only if you ignored the very out-of-place mask covering her face.

Last time, Cecilia had doused Florence with scalding water. Because she wasn’t treated in time, many places on her face festered.

The wounds have healed now, but what’s left are streaks of red burn scars. Just like that, Florence’s face was ruined. She used to love going out, but now she’d rather hide at home and refuses to socialize anymore!

But today was a special case. Florence had no choice but to force herself out, mask on, claiming she had an allergy on her face and couldn’t be exposed to the wind for now.

...

As soon as Cecilia entered the room, the hatred in Florence’s exposed eyes blazed up instantly!

This little bitch is the one who ruined her face!

She jumped up, her expression as venomous as a snake.

"Cecilia Vaughn, you actually dared to show up!"

Cecilia just gave a cold shrug, all but saying: what are you going to do about it?

"Why wouldn’t I? Didn’t you all invite me?"

"..."

Florence was instantly left speechless, nearly throwing the cup in her hands!

Just seeing this little bitch made her think of her disfigured face!

God knows, since her looks were ruined, Gregory Vaughn had stopped doting on her and barely wanted to even touch her anymore!

What Florence couldn’t stand most was that Gregory had started visiting shady massage parlors for pretty girls—girls who were way younger than her!

Florence came from just such a place herself; she could hardly be clueless about what those little girls wanted from rich men.

If one of them really had a son or daughter, her and Fiona’s positions would be in serious danger!

Now, not only did she have to worry about how to fix her own face, she also had to fend off those ambitious sluts who wanted to be the next Mrs. Vaughn. The stress was enough to give Florence a headache!

As far as Florence was concerned, all of this was Cecilia’s fault!

If not for Cecilia, Gregory would never have gone looking for other women!

...

At that thought, Florence’s gaze at Cecilia grew even more vicious.

Fiona saw her own mother about to lose her cool and quickly gave her a look.

"Mom, why are you saying that to my sister? Haven’t you always wanted her to come home?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Oh, we’re all family—no such thing as grudges that last overnight, isn’t that right, Sis?"

Cecilia stood coldly to the side. Hearing Fiona reduce everything to some "overnight grudge" made her eyes flash with sarcasm.

...

Just then, the round stage in the hotel ballroom suddenly lit up, and two men in tailored suits stepped onto it.

It was Gregory Vaughn and Tyson Law.

Cecilia’s pupils contracted slightly.

Gregory Vaughn, looking proud as a peacock, clapped Tyson Law on the shoulder like a classic father-in-law.

"Thank you all for coming to Radiant Group’s relocation ceremony today!"

"Standing with me now is my wonderful future son-in-law, The Second Young Master Law of Law Group, Tyson Law!"

The room erupted in applause.

"Fantastic! The Second Young Master Law and Miss Fiona make the perfect couple! A match made in heaven!"

Gregory Vaughn was absolutely beaming, looking even more self-satisfied.

"Thank you all for blessing my daughter’s marriage to Tyson. Aside from celebrating our company’s move today, there’s another important announcement."

"We’ve decided to give Radiant Group’s old factory site—a thousand acres—to Tyson, as my daughter’s dowry!"

The guests all dropped their jaws in shock.

Nearly a thousand acres of land!

The Vaughn Family really goes all out for their daughter’s wedding—what generosity!

The journalists covering the event snapped away frantically, showering praise on the Law and Vaughn alliance...

...

So, this old fox had this all planned out from the start!

The corners of Cecilia’s mouth quirked into a cold smile. She suddenly appeared in the corridor, grabbed the microphone, and her voice rang out loud and clear.

"Father, aren’t you being a little too clever with this borrowed generosity trick?"