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

Inside the Dynasty Grand Hotel, the enormous projection screen suddenly lit up, drawing a chorus of astonished gasps from the crowd.

”Oh my God, is the stuff on that screen real or fake!”

”If it’s all real, then it’s just blinding!”

Cecilia’s face betrayed not the slightest emotion; only her fingers seemed to inadvertently brush over the button on the podium.

As for the guests who’d come to the engagement party, none of them had any interest in looking her way. Every single one was enthralled by the information on the screen—some had even begun to covertly take photos with their phones.

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The huge projection screen displayed countless pre-arranged photos.

Every bit of evidence was time-stamped, detailed down to the very day, making it impossible not to believe it was all real!

Front and center on the first slide was a side-by-side photo comparison.

The first photo was from years ago, back when Cecilia, Tyson, and Fiona were all students at Stellerton First High. Tyson and Cecilia had both competed in the city speech contest, and both won awards—a photo showed Tyson handing Cecilia a bouquet of roses, with a LOVE ornament nestled in the blooms.

But the second photo, coincidentally on the very same awards day—even Tyson was wearing the same clothes—showed him in a backstage corridor, being hugged by Fiona as she unexpectedly kissed him on the cheek.

And there wasn’t the slightest hint of surprise in Tyson’s eyes—he didn’t even seem to think about pushing Fiona away. The warmth and affection in his gaze nearly spilled over.

That did not look anything like how a big brother should look at his little sister...

The embrace of the two teenagers under the sunlight was calm and beautiful—like a scene straight out of a coming-of-age drama...

But the main point was, Tyson had just given the official girlfriend a bouquet of roses with ”LOVE” written on it, but moments later ended up kissing her younger sister.

Is this for real, or just messing with us?

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Fiona stared at the photo comparison on the first slide, her delicate, lively face instantly drained of all color.

”No, it’s not what you think! The photos deliberately misrepresent my relationship with Tyson!”

”Back then, Tyson and Sis were still together! He only saw me as a little sister! I respected him, too—I only saw him as a brother!”

”I just wanted to congratulate him on winning first prize in the city speech contest! Whoever took that photo, their intentions were wicked—that angle just makes it look like a kiss, but it wasn’t at all. I just politely hugged him, that’s all!”

Cecilia, hearing Fiona’s words, couldn’t help but curve her lips in a mocking smile.

”You’re saying it was just brotherly love at the time? What, the type of brother-sister love where you swap saliva, tongue on tongue?”

Fiona froze for half a second, but soon, bright teardrops started sliding down her pure and delicate face.

That watery, pitiful look in her eyes—she looked as if Cecilia had committed a terrible injustice against her!

”Sis, what are you talking about! While you and Tyson were together, how could I have possibly done something like that!”

She bit down on her soft pink lip, her voice trembling.

”Sis, you can’t just say things like that—there are legal consequences!”

Some onlookers, noticing Fiona’s fragile, tear-stained beauty, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

A few young playboys who’d always admired Fiona couldn’t stand seeing Cecilia ”bully” their goddess like this.

”Eldest Miss Vaughn! You’re just making wild accusations! That photo could have been all about the angle, it can’t be taken seriously!”

”Exactly! And in the photo, Miss Fiona and The Second Young Master Law weren’t doing anything that extreme, so what makes you say they swapped saliva?”

”Eldest Miss Vaughn, even when you’re slinging mud, at least make it believable! The truth is, you were missing from school for three years because you were guilty about something!”

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Cecilia coldly swept her gaze across those standing up for Fiona. She’d seen scenes like this a hundred times—since childhood, almost no one ever believed her.

When her eyes landed on Fiona, weeping and looking utterly wronged, she instantly understood.

—Well, not everyone can have such Oscar-worthy acting skills, after all!

”Not swapping saliva?”

Cecilia looked down, half-smiling, at those few young men defending Fiona. The cold lift of her eyes was so sharp that a blush crept up their faces.

But Fiona’s heart suddenly lurched. What did Cecilia mean by that?

Just as Fiona sensed impending disaster, Cecilia’s finger swiftly tapped the ”next” button.

In an instant, the massive projection suddenly switched to the second page.

This time, it wasn’t any sort of comparison—just a photo of Fiona and Tyson alone.

The time was at Tyson’s birthday party, right before their college entrance exams. To avoid being seen, Fiona and Tyson had sneaked off together to the piano room.

Fiona was sitting on the piano, wrapped in Tyson’s arms—the two of them locked in an intense kiss!

This time, it wasn’t some childish peck on the cheek—it was full-on French, full of heat!

It was unclear who took the photo, but it was so crisp you could count every strand of Fiona’s hair.

The piano lid was closed; with Tyson holding Fiona up on top of it, her slim legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

The Stellerton First High pleated skirt hit mid-thigh, but with Fiona in that passionate pose, the image was simply jaw-dropping.

Tyson wasn’t shy about it either—one hand wrapped tightly around Fiona’s waist, the other resting on her pleated skirt. They clung to each other like entwined infants, only a step away from doing even worse!

Fiona’s cheeks were flushed like cherry blossoms, those lips kissed until they looked heartbreakingly delicate.

From the photo you could tell—Fiona was the one actively hooking her arms around Tyson’s shoulders, hair a total mess, breath visibly ragged.

Tyson was clearly just as turned on—though they were still students, the way they kissed was more intense than a lot of... cough, let’s just say, it was almost too much to look at.

”Damn, this is even crazier than the last one! Neither Fiona nor Tyson were even eighteen yet, and they’re making out like it’s a sauna—damn, I almost want to claw my eyes out!”

”Look carefully—it was Fiona going after The Second Young Master Law, clinging right to his waist. No wonder!”

”Wow, what a headline! Wasn’t The Second Young Master Law engaged to the Vaughn Family’s eldest daughter back then? Messing around with her future brother-in-law in the school piano room? My worldview is shattered!”

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The gossip in the audience was uproarious—no matter how hard you tried to tune it out, you couldn’t help but hear every word!

”No! No way!”

Tears burst from Fiona’s eyes. She lost control, rushing at Cecilia, her beautiful eyes full of rage.

”These are all fake! You set me up!”

Just as Fiona was about to lose her mind completely, suddenly, the doors of the hotel flew open.

”Who says this is fake?”

A cold and steady male voice rang out in the distance, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.