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

Cecilia Vaughn stared in disbelief at the old woman, a ominous premonition rising in her mind.

The old woman’s subordinates moved swiftly, dragging the two corpses on the floor away as instructed, even cleaning all the bloodstains and filth from the hall very quickly.

Cecilia felt a chill at the thought of the word ”wedding,” and as she glanced around the pavilion’s decorations again, an inexplicable unease crept over her.

The setup was entirely that of a traditional Veridian wedding, but aside from the bright red ”happiness” characters, there were some symbols Cecilia completely couldn’t understand.

But those symbols didn’t evoke any auspiciousness or joy of a wedding; rather, they resembled the Spirit Suppressing Talismans Cecilia had seen in suspenseful thriller films, brimming with sinister and malevolent vibes.

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Cecilia couldn’t fathom, no matter how hard she tried, that she was supposed to marry a ”dead man.”

And that old woman had directly laid out this answer.

The old woman glared at Cecilia with hatred and disdain, even let out a maniacal laugh, a laugh so eerie it sent chills right to one’s bones.

”Consider yourself lucky. Do you really think I want my son to marry a lowly harlot like you? A woman like you is utterly unworthy of my good son!”

Despite the dire situation, Cecilia knew that lashing out in anger would only make her predicament worse.

At the very least, her hands were not bound, and her eyes could still see.

Cecilia chose to ignore the woman’s profanity, trying instead to engage her in conversation.

”Your son is?”

With her mind racing and subdued by the effect of the drugs, Cecilia felt deeply wary of this old hag before her, and also resented the two thugs who had tossed her phone into the wilderness, leaving her with no means to call for help.

She wondered if Adrian Law, noticing she hadn’t returned, suspected something had happened to her.

The two thugs had even misleadingly sent texts to Adrian Law and Evan Vaughn, saying she had left on urgent business, a delay that was undoubtedly fatal for Cecilia.

Now, Cecilia could only grasp at straws, trying to draw out information to buy herself some time, hoping for a miracle.

”You promiscuous whore, you’ve forgotten my poor son already!”

Poor?!

Why describe a son about to be married as poor?

True, she was being forced to the altar as a ”bride-to-be,” but so far, Cecilia hadn’t seen the son the old woman spoke of, which was undoubtedly strange.

”Reginald died for you, even when he was alive, he was head over heels for you, and now you’ve carelessly forgotten him?! You’ve truly crossed the line!”

In her rage, the old woman threw this at her, almost choking Cecilia in her shock.

Never could she have imagined that this woman, with her parched skin, crisscrossed with wrinkles, now reduced to an old hag, was the very same sophisticated middle-aged lady she had a fateful encounter with in court three years ago!

The mother of the former Stellerton University board member’s son!

The Trent Family matriarch!

Back then, Reginald Trent attempted to assault Cecilia at her engagement party with Tyson Law, forcing Cecilia to defend herself and hit him repeatedly on the head with a floor lamp. Reginald died, and Cecilia was taken to court for sentencing.

At that time, the woman on the plaintiff’s bench was still well-maintained and stunningly youthful; who would have thought that just three years later, perhaps due to grief from losing her son, she would now look two or three decades older...

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Cecilia had no time to lament the ravages of time; she couldn’t afford to spare any pity for others. Just thinking about how this old crone was trying to bind her to the deceased, shameless Reginald Trent in a ghost marriage gave her goosebumps.

”Mrs. Trent, are you sure?! I know your son’s passing caused you a mental breakdown, but the dead cannot come back to life, and you should find peace...”

Cecilia racked her brain, uncertain how to calm this madwoman before her.

She used reason, emotion, even emphasized the pros and cons, trying to show that if she let Cecilia go, the matter could quietly be resolved.

”Besides, I’m already married and truly unworthy of your ’pure and immaculate’ son. Can’t you let him have peace underground?”

But the old crone glared at her with furious eyes!

”Shut your mouth! When Reginald was alive, he wanted you, and now he’s dead; I don’t care if you’ve been married before, you must be with my Reginald!”

”After the wedding ceremony later, I’ll have you buried together with him!”

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Oh my gosh?!!

Has Reginald Trent not been buried even after three years?!

Cecilia felt a shiver run through her.

The increasingly deranged Mrs. Trent clapped her hands, and a large red coffin was promptly brought in.

Cecilia, who had never feared anything, was terrified of these supernatural things. Though she watched suspense and detective films, it was either in a packed cinema or with her computer’s comment section open at home.

Unlike now, watching a red coffin being eerily placed right in front of her.

Moreover, Old Mrs. Trent was insisting she marry this coffin!

Even suggesting she be buried with it!

Cecilia silently chanted, ”Seeing coffin brings fortune,” while reciting Veridia’s 24-word mantra.

——Prosperity, Dem-ocracy, Civility, Harmony, Freedom, Equality, Justice, Rule of Law, Patriotism, Dedication, Integrity, Kindness.

Though revenge is sweet, this kind of revenge is truly terrifying!

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”Blossom, help dress her up nicely! Can’t miss the auspicious hour, my son still has to marry!”

The already maddened Old Mrs. Trent clung tearfully to the red coffin, screaming hysterically.

”My son... my son... no matter which Vaughn woman he’s marrying, I’ll make sure you have her!”

”Boo hoo... Son, if you know in the afterlife, you will be happy. Mom will bring her to you soon.”

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My God...

What kind of deranged devotion is this?

Cecilia shuddered again.

The young woman named Blossom also hurried over to Cecilia, who was still drugged and unable to resist, conserving energy while allowing herself to be led to the dressing room.

Just as they reached the entrance of the pavilion, a young man dressed in a striking red wedding outfit suddenly appeared.

His features bore some resemblance to Reginald Trent, yet not entirely; still, his lewdness was identical.

The man gazed at Cecilia with a leering expression, then chuckled twice.

”So, you’re Cecilia Vaughn?”

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???

Who is this now?!

Cecilia’s unease deepened, sensing even more danger.