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

Before entering the door, she saw a young man sitting on a dragon-carved red mahogany chair, a scar slashed across the corner of his right eye, quite terrifying.

”Miss Vaughn, you really are quite daring.”

The man’s eyes were bright and piercing as he stared at Cecilia Vaughn, the curve of his lips carrying a hint of bloodlust, as if Cecilia were nothing more than prey waiting to be slaughtered in his grasp.

Cecilia frowned slightly, recalling earlier in the lobby hearing the words of that biker punk, and immediately raised her head without fear.

”Hello, may I ask if you are Brother Long? Do you know my last name is Vaughn?”

Asking this question was because Cecilia didn’t quite understand how this so-called Brother Long knew her identity.

Logically, Cecilia had appeared on Veridia’s news headlines a few times, although Adrian Law had quickly tried to erase her face and true identity, but if someone was following her or the Law Family continuously, they might still know some details.

If Brother Long knew she was Adrian Law’s wife, logically, he shouldn’t be targeting her.

After all, in Veridia’s sphere of influence, those not afraid of the Law Family are exceedingly few.

...

The bodyguards originally thought Cecilia, just a little girl, could not possibly have fought earlier, but now seeing her bare-faced and gracefully standing here to meet their boss’s gaze, they started to change their view of her.

This young girl seems to have a bit of courage.

Generally, when girls first see Brother Long’s scar that stretches across his cheek, even if not scared to tears, quite a few of them have trembling legs.

...

Brother Long, quite intrigued, stared at Cecilia Vaughn for a long time before slowly standing up from his chair.

”I saw your brother’s school badge marked with the name Evan Vaughn; since you claim to be his sister, and you two look somewhat similar, guessing your name is Miss Vaughn isn’t difficult, right?”

Cecilia was embarrassed, realizing it wasn’t because of her connection with Adrian Law or Fiona Vaughn and similar gossip.

Seems like she was overthinking it.

It was actually because of the school badge.

...

Standing here, given that Love and Romance isn’t a good place, Cecilia didn’t want Adrian Law to know her brother did such a stupid thing.

She was willing to give Evan Vaughn a good scolding, but she didn’t want her brother’s not yet adult antics in such an inappropriate night scene to spread, it would be too embarrassing.

”Brother Long, hello, as you can see, my brother is just a senior high school student, still quite mischievous and ignorant, so if he disturbed your esteemed establishment’s business, I apologize.”

”Apologize?”

The scar-faced man named Brother Long sniggered, then took an interested look at Cecilia Vaughn’s facial features.

”If apologies were useful, then what do we need the cops for?”

In a place likely involving illegal transactions, using official names to pressure people, Cecilia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

...

Cecilia’s mind raced, though annoyed at Evan Vaughn’s reckless behavior, but trusting her own brother’s usual character, she couldn’t believe Evan would do something like finding women to lose his virginity.

”Um... forgive me for asking boldly, what exactly did my brother do to be taken away by you?”

”Brother Long, though I’m not versed in your underground rules, my brother is usually an honest kid, so if you could be generous, I’d hope we could reconcile. Please state your specific requests, and I’ll see if I can clear things up on his behalf.”

...

With a smiling face, people often don’t hit, so Cecilia tried to inquire politely.

This place isn’t peaceful like outside, just looking at Brother Long’s appearance shows he’s quite fierce, plus there are many male bodyguards, Cecilia might have a chance to escape herself, but to snatch away Evan Vaughn would be quite unrealistic.

In prison, she learned the methods of self-preservation, fighting one versus five was out of the question.

...

”So you still don’t know the details?”

The man self-called Brother Long laughed, glancing at Cecilia, then signaled to a flamboyantly dressed man beside him who looked like a procurer.

The man in the red suit raised his head disdainfully at Cecilia.

”Oh dear, young lady, how can you be so clueless, coming to redeem people without first asking the way?”

”Your good brother, honest? Earlier, he was quite bold, trying to take one of our princesses away, then got angry and started fighting when words were exchanged about that young girl.”

”Oh my, the scene was really unbearable to watch, I must say, your brother isn’t good at fighting, but he did disturb our esteemed guest’s mood, and the princess girl might really get bullied because of him.”

...

The man in the red suit was extremely effeminate, listening made Cecilia’s expression indescribable.

But hearing her brother standing up for a nightclub princess, her brows furrowed deeper.

”Wait a minute, let me interrupt first, the young girl who made my brother stand up, what’s their relationship?”

”Did they know each other before?”

If they were strangers, Cecilia couldn’t imagine what made Evan come here to act boldly, a patient with heart disease acting physically, was his brain scrambled?

...

Brother Long smiled warmly at Cecilia Vaughn, but because of the scar, the smile seemed full of murderous intent instead of friendly.

”Oh, which girl are you talking about? She’s one of our contract workers, seems to be a student at Stellerton First High too, might be your brother’s classmate or maybe even a love interest.”

”...”

Upon hearing, Cecilia was utterly speechless.

A senior high school student, coming to such a disreputable place to be a princess?

Um...

It’s not that Cecilia discriminates against these people; after all, everyone is born equal, it’s just that generally speaking, seniors are busy with college entrance exams, where do they find time to work?

Unless they are extremely poor.

...

The more Cecilia thought, the angrier she felt.

”Could you tell me, what is that female classmate’s name?”

Maybe she could ask Mona Summers to help her look into this girl’s specific identity.

After all, if she’s under eighteen, it would count as illegal child labor, wouldn’t it?

Cecilia’s thoughts were clever, but Brother Long seemed to see right through her intentions.

”Cynthia Keaton, Miss Vaughn, I advise you not to get any funny ideas, that little girl is already eighteen.”