Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Radiant Group, Shareholders’ Meeting

Adrian Law understood Cecilia Vaughn’s stubborn personality; once she decided on something, no one else could easily sway her.

The warmth tinged the man’s brows, and his thin lips parted slightly, carrying a hint of indulgence and helplessness.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you. If anything unexpected happens at the shareholder meeting, remember to contact me immediately. I’ll be there in no time."

"And since you don’t want me to accompany you, can Wyatt at least take you and bring you back?"

He still felt a bit uneasy about her, but didn’t want to violate Cecilia Vaughn’s wishes either.

Perhaps the best love in the world is like this: no one needs to stop for someone else, nor compromise excessively.

She didn’t want to be a clinging vine, but to stand firm with him against the storm as sturdy trees. This stubborn, independent character was what Adrian Law appreciated.

He would wait for her to grow strong, and he believed Cecilia Vaughn would become his haven, his guardian angel.

...

Cecilia Vaughn looked into the man’s distinguished, narrow phoenix eyes, wanting to refuse initially, but in the end, she nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I’ll let Wyatt go with me."

"Adrian, thank you..."

Before she could finish, she felt Adrian Law’s slender, porcelain-white fingers gently press against her rosy lips.

"No need to thank me, Cecilia, you are my wife, never feel the need to say thank you."

A warm feeling rose in Cecilia Vaughn’s heart.

"Adrian, I love you."

In fact, what she truly wanted to thank was not Adrian Law assigning Wyatt to her, but being grateful that Adrian Law could understand his wife and was willing to let her continuously grow.

In Veridia, after all, male dominance prevailed, and many affluent families were unwilling to let their wives become strong women, preferring to marry a gentle, full-time housewife rather than allow their wife to try to hold power.

It’s not to say full-time housewives aren’t good or outstanding, but whether to pursue a career should be a woman’s personal choice, not decisively dictated by a man.

Adrian Law, however, was different. He never thought of clipping her wings or worried that women who held power would grow wild, but rather was willing to help her spread her wings and soar high, exploring this vast world together.

...

When Adrian Law heard the girl’s confession, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, but suddenly noticed the crystal-clear mist in Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes. With a bit of helplessness, he embraced the girl affectionately and kissed her.

"Silly girl, I love you too, but just having Wyatt accompany you moved you this much, huh?"

Cecilia Vaughn raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, then gently knocked on Adrian Law’s shoulder.

"Why, can’t I be moved? If you don’t like it, I’ll confess to someone else next time."

Her almond eyes sparkled with a flickering glow, reminiscent of rippling autumn waters, so enchanting.

Adrian Law laughed silently at her words,

"I love hearing it, Cecilia, my dear, say it again, will you?"

"I won’t bother with you anymore, trying to steal sweet words with empty hands? No way!"

Cecilia Vaughn playfully glared at Adrian Law, broke free from his embrace, and quickly ran upstairs.

Mimi, hearing the commotion they caused, leaped out, the little white furball hiding directly in Cecilia Vaughn’s embrace.

"Meow~"

Cecilia Vaughn reached out to stroke Mimi’s white, snow-like fur, staring at the little furball’s heterochromatic eyes, filled with overwhelming happiness.

"Mimi dear, don’t mind that big fool over there, you’re the one I love most in this life."

The just-confessed Adrian Law: "..."

How quickly Cecilia shifted her affections...

This is outrageous; should he, the dignified President Law, even get jealous of a lion cat?

The man smiled gently, watching the girl holding the cat, suddenly realizing, this is the truest happiness.

People love wealth, yet often overlook those small, certain joys in life.

For him, seeing the girl’s flower-like smile was already fulfilling his wishes.

...

Early the next day, Cecilia Vaughn requested leave from Stellerton University again. Taking two days off in a row, Cecilia felt a bit helpless, but there was no choice as the shareholder meeting was most important.

She needed to reclaim her grandfather’s Radiant Group!

For this significant event, she rare made up herself subtly, armed herself from head to toe, choosing a pure black ruffled shirt paired with crisp, sharp white dress pants, embodying the demeanor of a career woman.

Never lose in spirit, every detail must be considered!

Before leaving, Cecilia glanced repeatedly at herself in the hallway mirror, feeling largely satisfied.

At this moment, she heard Adrian Law’s footsteps coming down the stairs, his phoenix eyes smiling.

"Cecilia, your outfit today is quite refreshing."

Cecilia Vaughn smiled and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Is it nice?"

Adrian Law leaned close to the girl’s ear, speaking so softly it was almost a whisper, almost impossible to catch without careful listening.

"Very nice, but compared to when you’re not wearing any clothes, still just a bit less so."

What Adrian Law said was true. Cecilia Vaughn’s outfit was abstinent and professional, from neck down not revealing a bit of skin, yet the exquisite fabric outlined her fine figure.

Especially the pure white dress pants, with a slim waist and long legs, the line of the hips was smooth and perfect, that cold and stunning demeanor made one want to peel off the outfit to see the girl blossom underneath.

...

Bam!

"You... Adrian Law, do you have no shame?!"

Cecilia Vaughn’s ears turned red, she twisted her fingers, her smile somewhat uneasy.

Adrian Law’s throat tightened.

He embraced the girl’s slender shoulders, landing a gentle kiss on the porcelain-white nape of her neck.

"Since meeting you, I’ve become like this."

So it was her fault?

Cecilia Vaughn: "..."

Even in speechlessness, the crimson on Cecilia Vaughn’s face didn’t fade. Just as she prepared to retort Adrian Law a few more lines, she suddenly saw Wyatt standing at the doorway.

Wyatt had apparently just arrived, feeling a bit embarrassed watching the couple show off their love, he scratched his head.

"Young Master... Young Madam... Good morning, did I come at a bad time?"

Cecilia Vaughn’s forehead crossed with dark lines, she gave Adrian Law an accusatory glare, then quickly put on her high heels and approached Wyatt.

"No, no, you came at just the right time, Wyatt, let’s go."

"Yes, Young Madam."

...

Meanwhile, at the chairman’s office on the top floor of Radiant Group, the atmosphere was oppressive.

"What, Dad suddenly isn’t coming? Then who will oversee the shareholder meeting?"

Fiona Vaughn furrowed her graceful brows, while Florence Warner held her hand.

"Fiona, don’t be afraid, your dad hopes you become the heir, it’s a test for you to stand on your own!"

"Joan Sinclair has already signed and admitted to forgery, rest assured, today at the shareholder meeting we’re going to put that little brat Cecilia in her place!"

"Okay, Mom, I guess all the other shareholders have arrived, let’s go now."

Fiona Vaughn nodded, and the two of them quickly walked towards the meeting room on the other side.

As they opened the meeting room door, seeing the situation inside, Fiona Vaughn’s elegant eyes narrowed —