Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Open Attacks Are Easy to Dodge, Hidden Arrows Hard to Guard Against

The reporter had been tipped off by Fiona Vaughn, seeking fortune amid danger, brandishing the microphone almost against Cecilia Vaughn’s face.

However, in the next moment, Adrian Law abruptly stepped forward!

His tall figure shielded Cecilia Vaughn behind him, and no one saw clearly how he made his move.

Bam—

With just a swift shadow, the aggressive reporter’s collar was lifted, and he was fiercely thrown away!

There’s no need to look to know how painful it must’ve been!

As this happened, the previously chattering crowd suddenly fell silent.

Everyone turned their gaze to Adrian Law, whose face showed no expression, cold and unfeeling.

—Is The Eldest Young Master Law really the reincarnation of the King of Hell?! His presence is terrifying!

Moreover, the reporter was nearly a six-foot man, yet Adrian Law tossed him as if he were nothing!

Everyone shivered collectively, choosing to remain silent.

The male reporter thrown to the floor, his face flushed red, painfully massaged his sore hip, just about to curse.

"Who just flung this old..." man.

But lifting his head, meeting Adrian Law’s ice-cold gaze, the remaining curses were swallowed back down his throat.

This man was truly terrifying!

To rage for a beauty, this is the scene right now!

The male reporter couldn’t help but swallow hard, his voice unintentionally carrying fear.

"Mas... Master Law..."

Adrian Law arrogantly looked down at him, his sharp phoenix eyes instilling fear.

"Has no one taught you that a journalist’s fundamental creed is truth?"

"Based on a few unfounded rumors from Fiona Vaughn, you dare to assert Cecilia’s unwed affair, dropping out, having an abortion—is this your journalistic integrity?"

"If it were an unwed abortion, you could resume studies after a few months of rest, so why drop out for three years? Or do you believe rumors can determine a person’s life and death?!"

The man’s handsome face stayed tight, his voice as rich as a cello with a touch of anger that made the present reporters ashamedly bow their heads.

"The wife I chose—I fail to understand how she could be such a morally depraved woman. Or do the esteemed ones here know my wife, whom I share my days with, better than I do?"

...

Wife, Wife?

How could Cecilia Vaughn possibly be Adrian Law’s wife, yet these words were indeed spoken by Adrian Law himself!

Not far away, Fiona Vaughn was left agape, and beside her, Tyson Law’s face turned completely pale.

Jealousy, hatred, piled thick.

—To become The Law Group’s future Young Madam, does that lowly Cecilia Vaughn deserve it?

Yet, those present couldn’t bother with the pair.

All reporters feared drawing Adrian Law’s attention, each trying to minimize their presence, while Adrian Law suddenly glanced towards Wyatt Law not far away.

Wyatt Law nodded respectfully and instructed bodyguards to distribute the prepared papers to the reporters attending the engagement party.

Even Cecilia Vaughn was curious about the content, leaning to request a sheet from Wyatt Law.

On the page, black characters on white paper displayed itself as Stellerton’s First Hospital’s psychiatric evaluation report for Cecilia Vaughn’s three-year dropout.

—After emotional distress, Miss Vaughn suffered from severe depression, showed no improvement, and was at risk of self-harm; a break from school for recuperation was advised.

The final evaluator was Icarus Callahan, Stellerton’s renowned psychiatric doctor.

Cecilia Vaughn had to drop out due to health reasons; this reason had always been the Vaughn Family’s facade to outsiders, for "murder imprisonment" wouldn’t be pleasant to spread.

Yet after Cecilia Vaughn’s imprisonment, the Vaughn Family made no efforts to save her, as if she were never their daughter—they wouldn’t clear her wrongful imprisonment nor provide medical proof.

They claimed Cecilia Vaughn dropped out due to illness to preserve face, while what followed—the Vaughn Family cared not for Cecilia’s survival.

But today, Adrian Law presented the hospital’s evaluation report, each word clear.

Cecilia Vaughn was startled, her heart felt both harsh and yet warmed to fullness.

—This man, always so considerate of her.

This report wasn’t a lie; she indeed suffered depression in her three years in prison, living fearfully, like a bird with a broken bow, unable to sleep peacefully, awakened at any slight sound.

In the second year, she nearly got taken advantage of by a male guard, furiously biting his throat, punished into solitary confinement.

For full three days’ seclusion, she could only collide her head with the wall to drive away the fear of darkness with pain; people said she was mad, and she believed she wouldn’t endure it.

Yet unexpectedly, she survived, and after meeting this man, she lived well.

Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes heated, her throat caught slightly, her voice hoarse like sandpaper.

"Adrian, thank..."

Before saying thank you, Adrian Law swiftly extended his finger, lightly pressing against Cecilia Vaughn’s lips.

"Cecilia, we are husband and wife; why bother with thanks?"

The man’s stern eyes softened into a gentle breeze of March, unsettling one’s heart.

Cecilia Vaughn gazed up at Adrian Law’s unparalleled handsome face, her heart racing.

Who would have thought, the man suddenly captured her shoulders, Cecilia Vaughn dazedly watching his handsome face magnify as his lips pressed down without any warning.

"Adrian, uh..."

Cecilia Vaughn’s elegant face suddenly tinted crimson; this kiss was indeed too catching off guard, especially before hundreds of wedding banquet guests.

Her eyelashes quivered, nearly drowning in the man’s doting gaze, her mind utterly blank.

Adrian Law finally released her, his voice satisfied.

"Cecilia, if you ever say thank you again, I will kiss you once."

Cecilia Vaughn: "..."

Her face flushed to the roots of her ears.

Hearing these words, Wyatt Law had three rows of black lines streak across his head.

Young Master, Young Master, your show of love is truly unique, blinding his 24-karat golden dog eyes!

After all, this is Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law’s engagement party; it feels like the protagonists have all changed!

...

Fiona Vaughn took in the scene of Adrian Law pecking Cecilia Vaughn, insane with jealousy!

She inhaled a breath and then grabbed a glass of champagne, stepping swiftly toward Cecilia Vaughn.

"Sister, are you and Mr. Law truly married?..."

The soft voice came, and Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes immediately caught the champagne tilting in Fiona Vaughn’s hand; she tensed!

Was she planning to splash the champagne?

Years of alertness made Cecilia Vaughn instinctively dodge to the side.

"Oops—"

Unexpectedly, Fiona Vaughn stumbled suddenly, her hand directly reaching for Cecilia Vaughn’s dress!

Rip, the sound of tearing fabric rang out...