Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Adrian Law to the Rescue!

Fiona Vaughn’s mind exploded, as if struck by lightning!

How could this be!

She had clearly drugged Cecilia’s teacup—the drug she’d paid a fortune for on the black market. There was no way she messed up the cups.

But now...

Why was the one affected by the drug her own mother?!

...

Fiona Vaughn stared in disbelief at the trembling girl hugging her arms near the pillar, while Cecilia Vaughn seemed to sense something and suddenly raised her lashes.

Her eyes were a little red at the corners, but not a single tear fell. Instead, they glinted with a bone-chilling coldness!

She’d been set up! Cecilia had long seen through her scheme!

As soon as this thought occurred, Fiona’s lips went cold. She staggered back a step.

"Cecilia Vaughn, you didn’t drink that tea?"

A mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole lurks behind—so clever, and yet she’d already fallen for that little brat’s trap!

... 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Tyson Law, who just arrived, caught that sentence with sharp precision.

"What tea?"

Just as he was about to interrogate further, he suddenly saw Florence Warner in room 0676, still tearing at her clothes—and Chairman Goldsmith wearing nothing but shorts.

The two of them looked...drugged?

In an instant, a terrifying thought flashed in his mind!

Earlier, Fiona Vaughn had been extra warm while chatting with Director Goldsmith—and she’d said Goldsmith wasn’t feeling well, so he needed to rest upstairs.

How coincidental... Florence Warner had persuaded Cecilia Vaughn to rest in that room too...

Only, for some reason, the one who ended up out of her mind was Florence Warner herself...

...

No, impossible!

Fiona is so kind—how could she join her own mother to scheme against an innocent girl?

Tyson Law’s face went pale instantly. He stared at Fiona Vaughn in disbelief.

"Fiona... What did you mean about tea just now? Are you saying you and Aunt Warner drugged Cecilia’s tea?!"

The reporters heard that and, like cats smelling fish, all craned their necks.

Even Fiona Vaughn knew?

No way!

...

Fiona Vaughn was utterly terrified—she’d never admit to this, or her whole life would be ruined!

Like a girl feeling utterly wronged by her lover’s doubt, Fiona’s beautiful face suddenly turned paper-white, her eyes sorrowful as tears dropped.

"Tyson! Why would you think of me like that!"

"How could I ever hurt my sister? And the one drugged is my own mother..."

"I didn’t do anything, I don’t know how things turned out like this, today was meant to be a happy day, sob..."

That delicate, fragile appearance, like a water lily about to break in a rainstorm—it made everyone’s hearts ache.

A few reporters seeing her like that couldn’t help feeling sympathy.

"That’s right, Second Young Master Law—Miss Fiona must be innocent. Maybe Ms. Warner brought disaster on herself—it backfired!"

...

Tyson Law stared at the tears glimmering in Fiona’s eyes, suddenly doubting whether he’d thought too much.

He’d known Fiona for so long; she was the purest, kindest girl in the world...

She couldn’t even bear to step on an ant—how could she do something so filthy?

Was he wrong about her?

...

While everyone was heatedly discussing, Gregory Vaughn suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a basin of ice water and barged into the room!

"Shameful! Wake up already!"

With a splash, he dumped the basin straight down, turning Florence Warner instantly into a drowned rat!

Florence’s clothes, shredded by her own hands, now clung like rags as Gregory drenched her. She hugged her arms, gasping at the shock.

"Wh-what happened to me?"

She stared blankly around at those present, her mind gradually clearing.

Seeing Chairman Goldsmith in front of her with his clothes off and grotesque expression, Florence Warner stared in horror at herself.

Heavens!

How could this have happened...

In just moments, Florence’s ruined old face changed colors in fright!

She’d been drugged—she’d acted lewd right in front of everyone, tearing at her own clothes!

...

Florence Warner couldn’t accept this scene at all!

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over Cecilia Vaughn outside watching the show, and all her hatred exploded!

"You little bitch! This is all your fault!"

"You dared drug me like this! Locking me in here with Chairman Goldsmith!"

Her already ruined face, now screaming, looked even more like a ghoul from the depths of hell—sinister and terrifying.

Everyone who saw such a sight recoiled in fear.

Confronted with Florence’s furious screams, Cecilia Vaughn was utterly unafraid.

She brushed her sleeve and stood up, too lazy to play the pitiful act—her lips curled in mocking disdain, cold and mesmerizing.

"My dear stepmother, did I hear you right? Who drugged whom? I’m just an outsider here. All the drinks at this hotel were supplied by you and Fiona Vaughn! And now you want to blame me?"

"Even if there was a chance for me to act while I was with you, Chairman Goldsmith was obviously drugged too. Are you suggesting I can teleport and get to him as well?"

Cecilia glanced at the disgraced Director Goldsmith, ridicule deepening in her eyes.

"Besides, wasn’t it you who picked room 0676 for me to rest in?"

Before Cecilia could finish, Florence Warner’s face went through a wild palette of colors—first red, then white—remarkably dramatic.

"You’re lying! I never—"

The reporters nearby weren’t easy to fool—having seen the livestream earlier, they now all sided with Cecilia Vaughn!

"Ms. Warner, please answer—why did you repeatedly emphasize to your stepdaughter that Director Goldsmith is a good match for marriage?"

"Did you choose Room 0676 so you could set up your stepdaughter and Director Goldsmith in an indecent situation?"

"Ms. Warner, did you buy this stuff yourself, only for your own plan to backfire?"

...

"You’re the one backfiring!"

A vein popped on Florence Warner’s forehead.

"You little bitch! Obviously you set me up! You’re vicious as hell!"

Her twisted, hideous face rose as she tried to slap Cecilia Vaughn hard across her porcelain face...

Cecilia Vaughn lifted her graceful hand and instantly stopped Florence’s arm.

Gregory Vaughn’s face turned cold.

"You rebellious girl! What are you doing! Isn’t the Vaughn Family’s shame enough for you?!"

...

Just as the second floor descended into chaos, suddenly—a bullet whizzed in, smashing the hotel’s crystal chandelier!

What the hell!

Everyone was shocked.

A series of measured footsteps echoed, as if treading on their hearts—everyone turned toward the stairwell.

A tall, god-like figure strode in!