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

Fiona Vaughn was startled when she heard the suggestion, and her gaze at Rosalind White changed.

”Use Evan Vaughn?”

Fiona hesitated for a while before finally shaking her head.

”Rosalind... isn’t this a bit too much?”

Fiona used to think about harming Evan as well, but in order to clear her name from the murder, she never mentioned Cecilia Vaughn going to jail for murder, nor did she allow her mother or anyone like Chloe Alden to speak about it.

Back then, she intentionally tipped off Young Master Trent, the son of Stellerton University’s former chairman, otherwise, how else could that good-for-nothing have easily entered Cecilia’s dressing room?

Even the drug she administered to Cecilia was a burden on Fiona’s mind.

Now that Cecilia has been released from prison and is doing better, even getting close to The Eldest Young Master Law, hasn’t she thought about finding evidence to overturn the case?

The more people who know about what happened back then, the more dangerous it becomes, not only for Cecilia’s reputation but also for Fiona, who fears getting herself into trouble.

If Cecilia could prove that Young Master Trent was in cahoots with her, Fiona’s career in the entertainment industry would be over, and there’s no way Tyson Law would choose to be with a woman like her.

That’s what Fiona fears the most.

...

However, Rosalind White seemed unaware of Fiona’s change and smiled subtly with deeper meaning.

”Fiona, what are you afraid of? Evan Vaughn, as Cecilia’s brother, surely deserves to know about his sister’s murderous past, especially since he’s almost eighteen, right?”

”Or is it, Fiona, that regarding what happened years ago, you’re afraid others will find out what you’ve done?”

Rosalind, despite her bloodless pallor, still evoked a graceful and noble beauty akin to frost-defying elegance.

...

What did she mean by what happened years ago...

Fiona’s hand trembled, almost losing her balance.

Was Rosalind trying to trick her?

Fiona couldn’t be sure but was unwilling to show weakness, biting her lip in discomfort.

”Rosalind, I really don’t understand what you’re saying...”

What she did back then was clean, the surveillance at the Phoenix Terrace Hotel during Cecilia and Tyson’s engagement had long been erased.

The bodyguard responsible for the surveillance had been dealt with by Fiona, along with a three-million-dollar hush money payment, forcing him to leave Veridia and enjoy a new life in Euronia and Vesperia.

Fiona had confirmed that the bodyguard, indeed, had changed his name and disappeared into the sea of people, never appearing in Stellerton again.

...

Seeing Fiona still playing innocent, Rosalind decided to be blunt.

”Fiona, do you really think everything you did back then was seamless? When you contacted Young Master Trent, did you ever think Cecilia would end up in jail for murder?”

Fiona’s brow furrowed, her face instantly growing serious.

”Rosalind, what exactly are you talking about? I really don’t understand.”

Rosalind nonchalantly flicked her nails.

”Fiona, stop pretending, we’re all the same, so why deceive yourself? As far as I know, Adrian has long been investigating the truth of what happened, trying to overturn the killer’s conviction. Is that an outcome you want to see?”

”If Adrian really catches anything on you, even a trace, he’ll pursue it relentlessly, knowing him. Now, nothing has surfaced yet because he’s still planning.”

”If you wait to fight back until then, it might be too late.”

Rosalind said this, unable to suppress the image of a face too noble to replicate, cold and elegant.

She sighed softly, unsure if she was sighing for Fiona or herself.

— Being an enemy with such a man is no different than walking a tightrope at high altitudes, but lo and behold, she just couldn’t stand the woman beside Adrian.

The position of Mrs. Law should have been hers!

Rosalind was well aware that Adrian never fought unprepared battles, especially when it involved Cecilia’s reputation. If Adrian wasn’t fully prepared, he wouldn’t divulge his progress to Cecilia.

This is Adrian’s way of protecting Cecilia, and what Rosalind had to do was to stir up the waters thoroughly during this time!

...

Listening to Rosalind’s analysis, Fiona’s mouth formed an O shape.

”Rosalind... is what you’re saying... all true?”

Adrian... was still secretly investigating what happened back then!

”Don’t be ridiculous, do you really think I’m tricking you? I don’t have that kind of time.”

Seeing Fiona’s petty demeanor, Rosalind scoffed coldly, flirtatiously flicking her hair, her gaze at Fiona growing more bewitching.

”Fiona, I’m reminding you with good intentions, teaming up with me is your strongest bargaining chip to ensure your place as The Second Mrs. Law. That case has been dormant for three years, Adrian doesn’t have much to work with for now. Instead of waiting for him to make things clear, why not break Cecilia’s psychological defenses now!”

Rosalind coaxed in a low voice, her beauty like a flower, her skin pale as snow, reminiscent of the mythical Siren that lures sailors to their demise.

”Evan is just the first; she’s still studying at Stellerton University, and knowing her background among peers will only increase their hostility! Don’t you want to see that woman’s complete downfall?”

”Once she’s destroyed, you’ll thrive in the entertainment industry. Don’t forget, your current resources have shrunk by multiples. If you don’t seize her weakness when she’s sick, you might just end up with a court summons from Adrian.”

Fiona’s face turned even paler.

What Rosalind said... was indeed true.

”Fine, I’ll get in touch with Evan, and regarding the classmates’ circle, I’ll make sure they learn about Cecilia’s murder case at the right time.”

Rosalind nodded in satisfaction.

She swiped across her screen, quickly sending Fiona an email.

”Happy cooperation, here’s a little gift from me, take a look.”

What little gift?

Fiona’s eyes flickered as she scanned the email and was immediately stunned.

It was full of photos.

Each one was a candid shot of Cecilia, with many angles so skillfully captured that they didn’t even need editing before they could be used to create a buzz.

Fiona remembered that Rosalind was a photographer, some were taken by Rosalind herself, while others were surely acquired at a hefty price.

— Indeed, she and Rosalind were birds of a feather, but... the latter was evidently much more ruthless...

But that didn’t matter, because the enemy of my enemy is my friend, even if Rosalind had ulterior motives, they shared a common interest: taking down Cecilia!

The two women, each harboring their own agenda, quickly reached an understanding.

...

As Rosalind saw Fiona out, satisfied with achieving her goal, even the smile on her face became much more genuine.

Ha, a murderer, let’s see how Cecilia plans to clear her name!

Just as Rosalind hummed a tune to herself, suddenly, the door to the hospital room was pushed open—