Chapter 433: The Jealous Man, So Fierce!
In this world, there are many people who risk everything for fame and fortune.
Even if the other party doesn’t respond, Fiona has the ability to find another.
But she wasn’t disappointed; in just two minutes, she received a reply.
——Okay, I’ll send it.
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With the matter settled, a smug smile immediately curled at Fiona’s lips.
The idea of a contract marriage might just be a small scandal in an ordinary family, laughed off among relatives.
But things are different with The Law Group, and especially with Adrian Law.
He is the current head of Law Group, the only bloodline left by Director Law’s first wife, sharp and capable, seasoned in his actions, having even rescued The Law Group from a crisis once.
The shareholders quietly speculated that once Frank Law fully stepped down, this huge company would simply be in the pocket of The Eldest Young Master Law!
Why would Fiona be willing to accept that?
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix; she married Tyson Law naturally to fight for the rights to The Law Group!
Back then, that bitch Cecilia said she took away Radiant Group, and indeed she did. The dowry suddenly shrank by more than half. Fiona endured countless scorns from Tyson’s mother; if not for the child in her womb, she would probably have been kicked out!
Now, confirming that Adrian Law and Cecilia are merely in a contract marriage poses a definite threat to the stock price and is a significant shock to The Law Group’s veterans!
No matter how handsome Adrian is, no matter how capable, he’s probably a homosexual or sexually impotent, unable to have children. Why should such a person control The Law Group? Why should he be the first in line to inherit?
Fiona sinisterly stroked her flat belly; though it’s flat due to her deliberate dieting for beauty, the hospital checkups showed everything was fine.
Once she gives birth to the "imperial grandson," let’s see if Chairman Law, that old fox, would favor Tyson and her child!
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Fiona plotted a brilliant scheme, even finding the gossiping shrews from earlier quite tolerable.
She gathered those women and Secretary Lynch together, her voice low and threatening.
"Today never happened. If anyone leaks anything that tarnishes the reputation of Mr. Law and my sister, I’ll make you regret it!"
Those expelled by The Law Group are always seen as having issues or lacking competence, virtually cutting off opportunities in major companies within the industry.
Everyone was well aware of this and nodded silently.
Fiona was extremely satisfied as she dismissed them, her eyes on Secretary Lynch and Sherry Warner, her plans already formed.
——Look at that, she’s already found scapegoats; the information she leaked to entertainment journalists was sent from these two’s company emails.
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At this moment, within Starfall Bay.
Cecilia lounged in a small courtyard, basking lazily in the sun.
It’s been a while since she enjoyed such a leisurely afternoon.
The upcoming weekend would be the time for Fiona and Tyson to hold their cruise wedding, but Cecilia wasn’t in the mood to bother with that; she already had her plan, preferring to nap a little more.
Though it’s winter and there aren’t many flowers, a sprig of winter plum from next door extended over, its subtle fragrance enchanting her senses.
Cecilia tasted a small pastry placed on a blue and white dish, casually opening her phone, where at the top of the Weibo trending searches was "The Most Doting CEO in History."
She paused, clicked on it, and saw it was a video of Adrian and Tyson competing in a horseback riding race on the estate.
The man rode on Thundercloud, holding the reins with infinite flair.
The video’s clarity wasn’t exceptional, so Adrian’s handsome features weren’t distinctive, but his demeanor couldn’t be obscured by the blurry quality.
Someone had even added a piece of Vessarian symphony to this short video, the cello music complementing Adrian’s aura perfectly.
Cecilia couldn’t help but become somewhat entranced.
Even though Adrian wore modern riding attire, Cecilia couldn’t help but visualize what Adrian would look like in hanfu with flowing sleeves while riding.
——Like jade among men, unparalleled in the world.
This phrase would be quite fitting for Adrian, wouldn’t it?
...
With such thoughts, inspiration struck Cecilia, and she promptly found a drawing board upstairs, turned on the floor heating, changed into comfortable home wear, and prepared to paint Adrian.
——Wouldn’t he look even more dashing if her husband wore hanfu for horseback riding?
With her chin perched thoughtfully, Cecilia quickly outlined a basic sketch in her mind.
She combined the strengths of both traditional Chinese painting and oil painting, spreading out the rice paper and letting her imagination roam free.
After twenty minutes, a tall and elegant figure appeared on the paper, riding Thundercloud with a commanding presence, the sleeves billowing like clouds.
Everything else was relatively easy to depict, but Adrian’s facial features and long hair stumped Cecilia for a moment.
After some thought, she gave the hanfu-clad Adrian in the painting a jade crown, with two slender white ribbons cascading down along the hair, adding an ethereal touch to his refined mien.
There’s his mouth, there’s his nose, there are his eyebrows...
Cecilia slowly painted, leaving only a pair of slanted phoenix eyes, which she felt she couldn’t quite capture without losing some brilliance.
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Just as Cecilia’s inspiration was drying up, suddenly, she was hugged from behind.
"Cecilia, are you painting me?"
The hanfu-clad man on the rice paper, with long hair and a high crown, and sleeves like clouds, exuded an otherworldly, immortal aura.
This was a stark contrast to Adrian’s usual suit-and-tie image, yet he recognized it as himself immediately.
Cecilia heard the slight chuckle emanating from his throat, so confident and certain, she felt inclined to tease him a bit.
"You’ve never worn hanfu, right? How do you know it’s you in the painting? Can’t I paint your brother?"
——After all, it’s a more interpretative painting, not detailed like oil painting, and Tyson, after all, shares a father with Adrian, so at a glance this could indeed look similar.
"You’re painting Tyson?"
The man leaned in dangerously close to her, his dark eyes suddenly becoming inscrutable.
Was he getting jealous?
Cecilia chuckled secretly, just about to say she was teasing, when Adrian’s brows furrowed, his gaze like fire.
"Cecilia, I’m very unhappy."
Adrian seemed to know exactly what she was about to say and placed a finger over her lips.
"I know you’re teasing me, but I dislike this joke, I want you to make it up to me."
How to compensate?
The man’s smile was wicked, his Adam’s apple moved subtly with danger.
"Cecilia, I want you to personally make it up to me..."
Cecilia was startled, not yet comprehending, when Adrian suddenly pressed her down onto the painting table!