Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Fiona’s smile was delicate and charming, but her beautiful eyes shimmered with unshed tears, as if she were earnestly looking at Cecilia.

”Sister, in the past, there were misunderstandings between you, Dad, Mom, and me. But today, when you pulled me back, I knew you still cared about this family.”

”Let bygones be bygones. You and Mom—drink this cup of tea together to settle the old grievances, okay?”

Cecilia looked coldly at Fiona’s pitiful façade. Her gaze almost carelessly flicked to her own tea cup.

A banquet with hidden knives—bet they’ve spiked this tea too?

They pulled this trick on me at the engagement party three years ago. Still using it now—aren’t they sick of repeating themselves?

...

Cecilia’s half-smiling, half-mocking expression startled Fiona. Seeing Cecilia keeping silent, Fiona shot Florence Warner a quick glance.

”Sister, I know maybe it’s hard for you to understand Mom’s and my intentions, but we’re really just thinking for your sake.”

”I have something to take care of, so I’ll head out first. You and Mom take your time to talk.”

The powder bought from the black market was already scattered in Cecilia’s cup. As long as Florence didn’t hand over the box to Cecilia, she’d have no choice but to drink that tea.

And Fiona couldn’t stay here any longer—she’d finally managed to contact Director Goldsmith. If she landed him, she’d be cast as the leading lady in the next blockbuster!

That old scumbag was notorious for lust and vanity. Unfortunately, he was ugly and repulsive—Fiona wouldn’t stoop to seduce him herself. But since there’s a ready-made beauty, time to use her as a stepping stone!

Cecilia’s reputation was already ruined. She couldn’t marry into a decent family. If Director Goldsmith took a liking to her as his trophy wife, she’d be lucky!

...

Fiona’s soft and alluring eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness.

But in the blink of an eye, she was back to her harmless, innocent look.

Smiling sweetly, she headed downstairs. Tyson Law saw her exit and was puzzled.

”Fiona, why are you out so fast? Where’s your sister?”

Fiona gave a coy smile, her voice carrying a hint of hopefulness.

”Sister and Mom are having a heart-to-heart. I really hope they can let go of the past...”

”...”

Tyson Law’s handsome brows furrowed. Florence was a hot-tempered mother, and so was Cecilia. Can those two really sit down and talk?

As he was about to question Fiona, he suddenly saw her heading toward a fat, middle-aged man. The two seemed to be chatting happily.

That man, he looked like Kane Motion Pictures Group’s CEO, Chairman Goldsmith.

Goldsmith had an infamous reputation—bullying men and women, with perverse interests. Who knows how many young men he’d destroyed; rumor had it his wife couldn’t take it anymore and jumped to her death.

Since when did Fiona get close to someone like that?

...

Tyson Law slowly walked over.

Fiona, seeing him approach, flirtatiously ran her fingers through her long hair and shot an alluring glance at Chairman Goldsmith.

”Director Goldsmith, you just saw my sister upstairs. She’s only two months older than me—she’s fresh and tender!”

”Such a dazzling beauty, still untouched. She’d be a perfect match for you. Her happiness is in your hands now. If you like her, could you maybe consider me for the next lead role?”

Chairman Goldsmith, staring at Fiona’s lovely face, couldn’t help but swallow.

Fiona was right. The ice-cold beauty just now arguing with reporters upstairs—Cecilia—was seriously alluring!

Any man would want to own both of these sisters!

”Good, good, good. I like it. Miss Fiona, if this works out, I won’t forget you!”

Seeing Tyson Law approaching, Fiona quickly urged Director Goldsmith.

”Go on, it’s all ready for you upstairs. Room number 0676.”

Just as Tyson Law arrived, he saw Chairman Goldsmith scurrying upstairs like a bee after nectar.

He frowned at Fiona.

”Fiona, what were you talking about with Director Goldsmith just now?”

Fiona innocently wrapped her arm around his.

”Oh, Director Goldsmith said he wasn’t feeling well. I suggested he find a room upstairs to rest.”

Is that so?

Tyson Law pressed his thin lips together. But Director Goldsmith hadn’t seemed ill at all—he looked downright excited...

As he looked at the delicate girl in his arms, Tyson Law felt, inexplicably, that she’d become a stranger.

...

Meanwhile, in the private room upstairs, Florence got a message from her daughter: Director Goldsmith had arrived in room 0676. Florence’s face instantly brightened.

She was much more pleasant in her attitude toward Cecilia.

”Cecilia, don’t blame me for being a harsh stepmother. I admit I’ve made plenty of mistakes.”

”They say it’s better to untie knots than to tie them. Legally, we are family. Come, let’s each drink a cup of tea. From now on, I’ll treat you the same as I treat Fiona.”

The words were so conciliatory now—if Cecilia didn’t know there was something wrong with the tea, she’d be brain-dead.

She smiled graciously.

”Aunt Florence, I’d like to see my mother’s belongings first, if that’s okay?”

...

”You think I’d lie to you? Fine, fine, I’ll open it for you.”

Florence was annoyed but turned to open the box. Gold and silver jewelry, jade, sparkling enough to blind.

While Florence was turned, Cecilia swiftly switched the positions of the two cups of tea.

Florence was too absorbed by the jewelry, her eyes greedy: ”Is this enough for you?”

Cecilia nodded with a smile.

”Then let’s each drink a cup. You’re the elder, so you go first.”

This way, she could determine if both cups were drugged. If Florence dared to drink, it meant hers was clean.

...

Why is this little bitch so paranoid?

Florence lifted her custom-made mask a bit, then quickly downed her tea in one gulp.

Perfect!

Cecilia’s smile widened as she drained hers too.

Of course, she’d prepared—just in case both cups were spiked, Zion Prescott had given her a dose of antidote, plus Adrian Law’s people were already stationed around the hotel!

...

Seeing Cecilia finish her tea without hesitation, Florence’s heart skipped—a surge of barely contained exhilaration on her face.

This little bitch finally fell right into the trap!

Her eyes darted mischievously.

”Cecilia, feeling tired? The weather’s so muggy today. Why don’t I take you to rest in a room?”

Cecilia easily guessed her intentions.

”Aunt Florence, I’ve never been to this hotel before...”

She feigned discomfort, touching her forehead.

”I don’t know what’s wrong, my head feels dizzy. Maybe you should take me?”

...

The drug works fast!

Florence was ecstatic, immediately steadying Cecilia.

”Okay, okay, let’s go.”

...

Seems like it’s almost time—the net is ready to pull!

Cecilia’s lips curled in a cold smile. She absentmindedly brushed the flower pinned to her left chest, but actually pressed the record button.

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