Chapter 180: Chapter 180: She’s Nothing but a Slut

Tyson Law was already blessed with good looks, and his half-brother was even more handsome and extraordinary, with those captivating phoenix eyes.

Cold as a frozen pool, aloof yet irresistibly alluring.

Fiona Vaughn bit her lip, her eyes becoming somewhat misty.

— It’s often said that beauty loves the hero. Such a man, overflowing with charisma, is truly what women dream of, isn’t he?

Just one glance at him in the ancient town of Veridia, and she concluded, this man was absolutely extraordinary.

Who could have guessed that Adrian Law would have such a close relationship with her — the half-brother of her fiancé!

Rumors spread throughout Stellerton that Adrian Law was a young genius, unparalleled, yet indifferent to women. If there wasn’t a problem in that area, then perhaps he liked men.

Originally, she chose Tyson Law, believing no man in the world could be more suitable for her. Given how indulgent Adrian was towards Cecilia Vaughn, it was likely he didn’t have the rumored issue.

Does that mean she also has a chance?

Thinking of this, Fiona Vaughn’s cheeks quietly reddened a few shades, but her eyes showed an even more determined look.

She never desired anything she couldn’t have, because if she couldn’t get it, she would destroy it!

She knew men well, with their irresistibly protective nature. If she could make Tyson, who had been childhood friends with Cecilia for over ten years, fall in love with her, then how could Adrian’s icy heart not melt!

...

Adrian Law, such a perfect, proud, and noble man, choosing Cecilia Vaughn, someone whose reputation is utterly destroyed, as his other half, is simply too much.

Thinking of this, Fiona’s confidence grew even more.

Earlier, Chloe Alden had given her some ice, and now the swelling on her left cheek was better, with only the poignant red slap mark remaining, adding to her pitiful look without dimming her beauty.

"Brother, since the matter of my sister’s dress is resolved, can you and my sister talk some sense? I’ve been innocently hit, shouldn’t my sister apologize?"

She reached out and teased her hair, gazing at Adrian Law with doe-like clean eyes from the most graceful angle, sad yet enchanting.

However, Adrian Law seemed completely unaware of the flirting glances Fiona kept directing at him. Instead, he grasped Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, the two interlocking fingers, flaunting their affection brazenly.

"Second Miss Vaughn, have you forgotten why Cecilia hit you? You’re young, aren’t you suffering from intermittent amnesia? That’s quite pitiful."

"Also, you should have your eyes checked. If they keep rolling like that, you’ll end up cross-eyed."

Fiona Vaughn: "..."

She was winking!

Is Adrian Law blind?! And so sharp-tongued!

Fiona was so livid she nearly coughed up blood, seeing her flirtations failing while Mabel Keaton’s venomous gaze swept over, she reluctantly twisted her waist and stormed back to Tyson’s embrace.

"Tyson, what does my brother mean by this? We’ve compensated for the dress, does that mean I deserve my sister’s slap?"

She spoke as tears rolled down, her delicate lashes trembling continuously, making her appear so fragile and pitiable.

Tyson hugged her tightly, seeing the red marks still on Fiona’s face and having lost a rare Maybach because of Adrian’s trap, his rage had no outlet.

He raised his chin viciously, demanding an apology with righteous indignation.

"Brother, you can’t be so partial! Fiona just wants fairness, doesn’t she deserve an apology after such humiliation?"

Tyson was questioning, yet surprisingly, Adrian, who was attentively examining Cecilia’s fingers, suddenly responded, and even nodded seriously.

"Hmm, that’s right, she indeed doesn’t deserve it."

The man’s voice was calm, as though he was stating the most obvious truth.

Fiona Vaughn: "..."

Tyson Law: "..."

Adrian’s unexpected reply made even Cecilia Vaughn, who stayed silent throughout, burst out laughing!

Today, her man was simply too amusing!

Adrian Law had worn a serious face since entering the scene, yet every word he spoke to Tyson and Fiona struck right at their weak spots, the kind of words that could drive one mad.

How did she not notice Adrian’s knack for sarcasm before? His sharp tongue skills were undeniably impressive!

...

Seeing Cecilia dare to laugh, Fiona’s anger was such that she wished she could slap her right then.

Fiona trembled with every step as she stood up, her misty eyes gazing at Cecilia, almost shattering one’s heart.

"Sister, how could you laugh at me like this..."

She spoke as her complexion grew frailer, her once rosy lips turning pale from being bitten, yet adding to her fragile beauty.

"Did you say something to Mr. Law that made him misunderstand me?"

"Sister, I beg you, even if you hate me, you cannot slander me groundlessly!"

"I slandered you?" Cecilia smirked and raised her brow, "Fiona Vaughn, tell me, what have I falsely accused you of?"

"I..."

Fiona was suddenly speechless.

Indeed, from start to finish, Cecilia only mentioned her as a homewrecker; the high school piano room kiss photo had already pinned her onto the cross of seducing a brother-in-law, and she couldn’t wash it clean.

Just then, Chloe Alden in bridesmaid dress rushed over, standing beside Fiona in solidarity, and sneering at Cecilia.

"Cecilia Vaughn, what’s got you so arrogant! Do you really think climbing up to The Eldest Young Master Law will make you a phoenix on a branch? You’re nothing but a pitiable woman abandoned by Tyson!"

Chloe stood, hands on hips, eyes full of pride.

"Don’t think Fiona’s silence means we don’t know what you did during those three years of being suspended! Cecilia Vaughn, Eldest Young Master Trent liked you so much, at Phoenix Terrace Hotel, your purity was destroyed by him!"

"Why do you still act all noble, yuck, you’re nothing but trash compared to Fiona!"

Trash...

Suspended for three years...

Phoenix Terrace Hotel, Stellerton University’s former board director’s son, Young Master Trent...

These words played repeatedly in Cecilia Vaughn’s mind, her pupils slightly dilating, the deepest scar in her heart reopened, bleeding terribly.

That night, like a nightmare, Young Master Trent’s pig-like body pressed on her, tearing off her gauze dress...

Adrian, who had been holding Cecilia’s hand tightly, instantly noticed her emotional change.

Cecilia’s hand was so cold!

Adrian’s eyes deepened, his phoenix eyes cloaked in coldness.

Just as Chloe Alden was vehemently speaking, a tall, handsome figure suddenly approached.

"Slap—"

She stopped in shock, too late to realize, and ended up receiving a solid slap on her face!

Blood instantly oozed out—