Hansen Fletcher stared directly at Cecilia Vaughn, feeling a surge of heat throughout his body.

This chick is damn beautiful!

He had noticed long ago that ever since Cecilia Vaughn returned, she had been quietly sitting next to Zion Prescott, but the two hardly spoke, and there was a shoulder-width of distance between them. They didn’t seem close.

If he guessed correctly, Cecilia Vaughn might actually be Adrian Law’s woman.

Thinking of this, Hansen Fletcher felt even more agitated.

In Stellerton’s upper-class society, who didn’t know The Eldest Young Master Law was impotent?

Back then, The Eldest Young Master Law could throw a naked woman out, and this delicate sister before him surely guards an empty room every night. By doing this, perhaps he’s still saving this beautiful maiden!

...

Moreover, looking throughout Veridia, who dared to touch Adrian Law’s woman?

But he dared!

The more Hansen Fletcher thought about it, the more thrilling it felt. With a swagger, he held a rose, saw Cecilia Vaughn not paying him any attention, and deliberately waved it in front of her.

"Beautiful Miss, why are you ignoring me? It’s just a magic trick, don’t leave me hanging!"

Cecilia Vaughn found this man more annoying than a fly and impatiently tilted her chin, meeting Hansen Fletcher’s electrifying handsome eyes.

"Sorry, I don’t like this flower, give it to someone else."

Seeing the girl glance at him, even though her expression was as cold as ice and snow, the aloof, arrogant stance made Hansen Fletcher feel excited.

Oh, she’s a little firecracker.

Hansen Fletcher swallowed, the thought of conquering Cecilia Vaughn grew even more intense.

"Little sister, don’t be so dull!"

...

Zion Prescott furrowed his handsome brows deeply, immediately considering standing up and taking the rose from Cecilia Vaughn.

This Fletcher family’s young master really was clueless!

Felix Lockwood had already warned him once before, and now he still wanted to provoke Cecilia Vaughn, truly courting death.

...

Zion Prescott looked coldly at Hansen Fletcher, with a subtle warning hidden on his handsome, elegant face.

"Since Miss Vaughn doesn’t like it, give the flower to me."

Today was Felix Lockwood’s celebration banquet; these young masters all came from distinguished families. Zion Prescott didn’t want to cause his friend embarrassment, so he aimed to keep the peace.

Unfortunately, this kid Hansen Fletcher was already blinded by lust. He had just downed an entire bottle of red wine, not particularly strong, but now the aftereffects kicked in.

"Young Master Prescott, move aside, hic. What does a big man like you want with a rose?!"

"I just want to give this red rose to the sister in the white dress, Zion Prescott, don’t steal the spotlight!"

Hansen Fletcher’s otherwise good-looking face was now a bit tipsy and flushed red, unaware that Zion Prescott’s face was turning increasingly unpleasant.

...

The man’s eyes leered at Cecilia Vaughn, as if she were meat waiting to be slaughtered on a cutting board.

"Little sister, you’re so beautiful, let brother touch your little hand, isn’t it softer than tofu?"

Alcohol emboldens cowards, not to mention Hansen Fletcher, who was naturally daring. Speaking nonsense, he stuffed the rose into Cecilia Vaughn’s hand.

The space in the booth was sizeable, yet Cecilia Vaughn’s seat was too close to the coffee table, quite cramped, she couldn’t dodge quickly enough, and Hansen Fletcher grabbed her hand.

Hansen Fletcher stared at her, parched, his expression viler than a viper, his big hand tracing her porcelain-white palm.

Rubbing lightly, utterly licentious.

As the saying goes, "Under the peony flower’s death, even as a ghost one remains charming," Hansen Fletcher was truly putting it into practice.

"Sister, your little hand is so smooth, brother really likes it..."

The hair on Cecilia Vaughn’s arms pricked up.

That lurid stare made her extremely uncomfortable, nearly vomiting!

Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t someone who tolerated being taken advantage of and only cried; she immediately picked up a glass from the coffee table in front of her.

"Scumbag!—"

Before she finished speaking, the glass fiercely smashed down on Hansen Fletcher’s head!

Everyone in the booth was instantly shocked!

Who could have imagined that the seemingly quiet and artistic Cecilia Vaughn was capable of such a fierce counterattack!

These young masters had long been accustomed to women being docile, offering themselves up, and hadn’t seen such a ferocious opposite sex!

...

In an instant, Hansen Fletcher’s head was smashed open, with bright red blood running down his head.

The intense pain sobered the man from his slight intoxication.

He glared vehemently at Cecilia Vaughn, like a deadly snake hissing its tongue, incredibly sinister.

"Damn, this chick is stubborn, I’ll ruin you good today!"

Cecilia Vaughn only felt her ears burning; she immediately wanted to retaliate further.

...

In the middle of the chaotic booth, the tightly closed door suddenly swung open.

A man as handsome as a god walked in, exuding an astonishing aura because he had heard Hansen Fletcher’s words.

He merely swept a glance at everyone in the booth, and they couldn’t help but shrink back on the sofa.

Who was this man?

What a strong presence!

Adrian Law’s name was widely known, yet few had truly seen him in person.

...

Adrian Law strode confidently toward Cecilia Vaughn, and the crowd instinctively parted to create a path.

The man meticulously checked every inch of Cecilia Vaughn’s skin, fearing even a strand of her hair had fallen.

His thin lips parted, his deep voice filled with genuine concern.

"Cecilia, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Having just had her palm touched by someone so repulsive, Cecilia Vaughn’s mood was very sour.

She forced a slight smile and shook her head at the man.

"I’m fine, you came just in time."

...

Adrian Law felt slightly relieved seeing Cecilia Vaughn say she was fine.

He then looked down at the audacious Hansen Fletcher, his phoenix eyes cold and stern like ice.

"Are you from the Fletcher Family?"

Hansen Fletcher’s head was still bleeding, his face contorted in pain.

Although he guessed Adrian Law’s identity, in his current drunken state, he acted recklessly and raised his chin defiantly.

"Hey, where did you pop up from, don’t look at me like that!"

"I am Gabriel Fletcher’s only son, just touched that woman’s hand, and yet she dared smash me with a glass! I haven’t even settled accounts with her!"

Adrian Law didn’t bother to give Hansen Fletcher another glance; he turned to Wyatt Law and gave a cold command.

"Drag this barking dog away, no need to keep him alive."

...

Cecilia Vaughn didn’t expect Adrian Law to be so ruthless!

She didn’t realize that to Adrian Law, touching her was scarier than touching Adrian Law himself.

"Adrian, it’s Felix’s celebration today, let’s not do this; better to hand him over to the police."

Adrian Law’s face was resolute as he stared at Hansen Fletcher, eyes obviously seeing a dead man.

"You’re lucky, I’ll let you off today."

Hansen Fletcher barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before the man’s ruthlessly cold voice echoed in the booth.

"Which filthy hand of yours touched Cecilia earlier?"

"Wyatt, cut off his arm!"