Chapter 441: Why Steal the Spotlight
The crowd watched in stunned silence, almost simultaneously looking towards the helicopter cabin door.
Soon, a fair, snow-white hand appeared at the cabin door, leisurely holding the handrail, followed by a graceful and beautiful figure entering everyone’s view.
The woman was dressed in a water-white embroidered dress, with only a faint silhouette of trailing silk crabapples embroidered at the hem; from afar, it did not overly capture attention.
...
At such a grand wedding banquet, if an ordinary person wore such a simple dress, they would easily be overshadowed by the crowd. Yet, the girl had only applied a fresh, light makeup that lifted her brows with an alluring charm and gave a pleasing impression.
Like the dress she wore, she might not be stunning at first glance, neither mesmerizing nor unparalleled, yet one must admit that she was beautiful, and uniquely so, with a charm unattainable by others.
Looking around at the socialites in their extravagant dresses, some showing off legs, others deep necklines, they seemed to become mundane and tasteless in comparison to this demurely dressed girl.
The male guests found their hearts skip a beat, inexplicably unable to look away.
A big question mark hovered in their minds.
Who is this girl?
They seemed never to have seen her in the high society circuits of Veridia.
Although many had seen photos of Cecilia Vaughn online, the ones leaked with her scandals didn’t portray her well, and the resolution was often distorted. These people hadn’t seen her in person, especially with rumors that Cecilia Vaughn wouldn’t come.
At first glance, considering the girl’s imposing aura, they even thought a princess from a small country was visiting.
...
A guest couldn’t resist their curiosity and immediately questioned the wedding’s leading couple, Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law.
"Second Young Master Law, who is the girl that got off the helicopter? She’s beautiful! Can you introduce me to her?"
"Yes! She’s truly stunning, almost like seeing my dream girl! Could she be a princess from some small country?"
"Well..."
Tyson Law looked away, awkwardly at a loss for how to answer them.
Meanwhile, Fiona Vaughn stared intently at the helicopter door, her eyes tinged with red.
No, impossible...
How could Cecilia Vaughn come? And arrive by helicopter?
Does this woman have to steal my spotlight?
A strong wave of jealousy surged from the depths of her heart, coursing through her body, almost making it hard for Fiona to breathe.
Wait, if Cecilia Vaughn is here, where’s Adrian Law?
...
Fiona’s heart skipped a beat; she lifted her eyes, and almost immediately, she saw Adrian Law exit the cabin, directly taking Cecilia’s hand.
Adrian Law was dressed in a white suit matching the girl’s, with a hint of black shirt and tie underneath, adding nobility to his cold demeanor.
The guests, still speculating about Cecilia Vaughn’s identity, found clarity upon seeing Adrian Law.
"Could these be Mr. Law and the Vaughn Family’s eldest daughter?"
Having guessed the answer, Tyson Law couldn’t avoid acknowledging it.
"Yes, I really didn’t expect my elder brother and Cecilia to arrive like this."
He nodded, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
Fiona Vaughn was furious inside, unconsciously gripping Tyson’s hand harder.
Tyson winced in pain and looked at Fiona, puzzled.
"Fiona, what’s wrong?"
Fiona forced a smile, her face slightly pale.
"Nothing, I’m just happy to see sister and Mr. Law together."
Standing next to Fiona, Chloe Alden did not possess such skill for disguising her emotions; she was so angry that she stomped her foot, her eyes almost bulging out.
"I don’t believe they came together! This must be a show!"
...
Drones were already approaching Adrian Law and Cecilia Vaughn, broadcasting their images live on the website.
The online comment section exploded simultaneously.
——Holy crap, is this the Eldest Young Master of the Law Family and Cecilia Vaughn? Those previous candid shots were too inaccurate! These two are truly breathtaking!
——Weren’t they rumored to be breaking up? Why are they holding hands?
——Just saying, don’t Adrian and Cecilia seem more striking than today’s wedding couple?
——Agreed, this high-definition live feed is proof, the Eldest Young Master is practically bare-faced, and Cecilia just has light makeup, a beauty lover’s heart is struck, too gorgeous!
——What’s beautiful? Arriving so late, obviously trying to steal the show!
...
Online comments were most straightforward, with endless debates emerging.
Fiona Vaughn’s fans were furious, spamming about Cecilia Vaughn’s shamelessness, but there were more neutral viewers for the wedding live stream, leading to a fiery argument between the two sides.
In any case, the focus had shifted away from Fiona Vaughn’s wedding.
Fiona was furious inside, yet helpless, forcing a smile as she approached Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law.
"Sister, Mr. Law, I thought you weren’t coming..."
Cecilia Vaughn smiled gently, meeting Fiona’s gaze with composure.
"I promised to give my blessings in person, how could I miss it? Though I heard from reporters that you and Chloe Alden were gossiping about a break-up between Adrian and me?"
Fiona felt bitterly resentful, biting her lip with a tearful expression.
"Sister, don’t believe those reporters. I truly wish you and Mr. Law happiness."
Tyson Law also came over, lost in Cecilia’s graceful face, his gaze falling to her and Adrian’s tightly clasped hands, inexplicably feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.
"Cecilia, you came..."
Cecilia gave him a gentle nod, not intending to engage further with Tyson.
Fiona, seeing Tyson’s infatuated look, feared he would provoke Cecilia, quickly tugging his arm.
"Tyson, we still need to entertain guests, let sister and Mr. Law do as they please, they just need to be on the cruise by eight tonight."
...
Watching Fiona lead a dejected Tyson away, Cecilia Vaughn had a knowing smile in her eyes.
Adrian Law subtly squeezed her arm.
"Cecilia, Wyatt and I need to prepare something; feel free to stroll around."
To hack into the network?
"Okay."
Cecilia understood, nodding obediently to the man.
She wandered around Isle of Whispers aimlessly when suddenly, a shrill female voice echoed.
"Oh, look who’s all alone, without even a Flower Protector! So, Cecilia Vaughn, did the Eldest Young Master ditch you again?!"