Chapter 426: These Hands, Chop Them Off
Realizing what Cecilia Vaughn was saying, Fiona Vaughn’s pretty face instantly turned pale as a sheet.
"Sis, at a time like this, you’re not still hung up on something as trivial as spoils of war, are you..."
She discreetly hid her left hand behind her back, concealing the ring on her fourth finger, looking highly alert.
—Are you kidding me? She and Tyson Law are getting married at the end of this month. It took so much effort to get a big-carat pink diamond of such quality to show off. If she just lost it to Cecilia, what would she flaunt on her yacht wedding?
If she tried to find another pink diamond now, even if she could source a stone with this quality, there wouldn’t be time to invite a master jeweler to carve it!
...
Cecilia Vaughn saw Fiona’s pitiful and aggrieved act, and a wave of mockery swept through her heart.
"What, thinking of turning your back now?"
"Who was it before that said, ’If we’re making a bet, we’re making a bet’? Didn’t you swear you wouldn’t act like a sore loser?"
Fiona bit her lip, tears pooling in her eyes, her vision shimmering with tears.
"Sis, how can you slander me like this? But... but this is the token of love between Tyson and me! Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on your past feelings for him?"
"Hung up on old feelings?"
Cecilia saw Adrian Law walking over and immediately wrapped her arm around his waist, smiling sweetly.
"Please, Fiona. Just because you’re marrying Tyson Law, it doesn’t mean every woman in the world automatically becomes your imaginary rival."
"If you don’t give me that pink diamond, I’ll take it from you by force."
"How can you be so shameless?"
Fiona was dumbstruck, clearly never expecting Cecilia to be so brazen right under everyone’s noses.
But the spectators crowding around, composed mainly of wealthy heirs, suddenly cast their gazes at Fiona in a whole new light.
"Miss Fiona, you’re not seriously planning to renege, are you? The Second Young Master Law is still rolling in agony on the grass—if you two lost, then you lost. Don’t be the kind of person to skip out on your debts!"
"..."
Fiona was so furious she was about to vomit blood.
Faced with everyone’s needle-like stares, Fiona could only endure, biting her lip, lifting her tearful eyes, and looking pitifully toward Adrian Law.
She expertly lifted her slender neck toward the man, showing off the graceful lines of her throat. She was a celebrity, always obsessed with appearing her best on camera.
She naturally knew what angles would present her in the most beautiful and vulnerable light in Adrian’s eyes.
"Mr. Law... I know you’re not as aggressive as my sister. Please, I beg you, get someone to take Tyson to the hospital quickly."
Fiona now bitterly regretted choosing to travel alone with Tyson Law. Trapped by these busybodies and with Adrian Law here, nobody was taking her or Tyson seriously.
Adrian Law lazily wrapped his arm around Cecilia, the curve of his lips showing a nonchalant indifference.
"Second Miss Vaughn, the pink diamond on your hand—are you ready to hand it over to my wife?"
"..."
Fiona looked up in disbelief, evidently not expecting Adrian Law to care so much about the bet either.
Adrian Law was so wealthy, surely he wouldn’t fuss over such a thing.
"Mr. Law, this is the token of love between Tyson and me. Please, Cecilia already has the red diamond you gave her—"
Adrian replied, voice light.
"If you aren’t willing to give it, then you can..."
Fiona felt a wave of relief, barely starting to hope when the man’s deep magnetic voice sounded.
"Even if I have to chop your hand off, I’ll give the ring to Cecilia."
His voice was soft, but every syllable oozed bloody menace.
Everyone present imagined the scene, and nearly shuddered in unison.
If it had been anyone else saying those words, maybe no one would care. But it was Adrian Law—who would think he was joking?
The worst part was, Fiona had absolutely no argument.
They themselves insisted on joining this bet—now that they’d lost, how could she hope to back out?
...
Cecilia Vaughn beamed as she watched Fiona’s shifting expressions, her voice light and audacious.
"Fiona, have you made up your mind? If I were you, I’d have handed over my Purple Moon Charm without a second thought if I lost."
"..."
This bitch is talking so easily—if you win, you can act so aggressive, huh?
Fiona’s chest heaved with anger, her face nearly twisted from rage. Yet under Adrian Law’s scrutinizing gaze, and with Tyson still lying on the ground with no one daring to help, Fiona grudgingly removed the pink diamond, stewing with resentment.
Cecilia leisurely enjoyed Fiona’s pained expression, feeling happier than she had in ages.
"Just calmly pay your bet and everything’s fine!"
Because Fiona had worn the ring, Cecilia fussily took out a napkin and wiped it repeatedly, as if afraid it’d be contaminated by Fiona’s germs, then slowly put it in her pocket.
Cecilia snapped her fingers and smiled at the racetrack staff whom Adrian had already summoned.
"Aren’t you going to help The Second Young Master Law up?"
The turf here was thick and soft; when Morning Glory collapsed it looked violent, but after being tortured for so long it was exhausted, so its descent was much slower, making things easier for Tyson Law.
Judging by the situation, he was probably physically fine.
What a pity—if a crippled groom had to go to the end-of-month wedding, that would be much more entertaining.
...
Adrian went off to the dressing room to change.
Tyson was dragged to the racetrack’s medical clinic. Indeed, after examination, he was only mildly sprained in his left leg.
After bone resetting, Tyson limped out with a furious scowl.
"Kill that white horse! I want horse meat!"
The pitiful Morning Glory was led away. It was once the pride of the Stellerton racing club, cherished by all, but after being whipped bloody by Tyson Law, now even facing slaughter!
Everyone was aghast at Tyson’s ruthlessness. People always said the eldest Law brother was the iron-faced King of Hell in business, destroying enemies without mercy, while complimenting the second brother for his gentle nature.
But today, for all the rich heirs present, it was clear Adrian Law was truly the calm and composed one, while Tyson was far too cruel and vicious.
Even if you lost, there’s no need to take it out on a horse like this, right?
...
Maybe Morning Glory understood Tyson’s cruel words.
Its beautiful big eyes brimmed with tears!
So pitiful, and so cruel!
Just as Morning Glory was about to be dragged away, Cecilia suddenly stepped forward with a faint smile, shooting Tyson a playful glance.
"Second Young Master Law, so angry?"
"Before you deal with Morning Glory, I’m curious—was that whip you cracked across Adrian’s black horse earlier really just an accident?"
Tyson Law’s face changed dramatically.