Chapter 370: Knife Drawn Across the Face
The winter in Riverdell is bone-chillingly cold.
Snowflakes swirl through the sky, as if they could cover all the filth of the world.
Adrian Law drove a dark Bugatti Veyron, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, speeding towards an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Stellerton.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the destination.
Adrian Law was the first to get out of the car, he opened an umbrella and walked to the passenger seat where Cecilia Vaughn sat, gentlemanly opening the car door for her.
"Cecilia, come down."
The air conditioning inside the Bugatti Veyron was set quite high; upon suddenly encountering the cold outside, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but sneeze.
"Achoo..."
Adrian Law lightly pressed his thin lips together in slight reproach, grasping her hand.
"Look at you, refusing to wear more clothes at home, do you know how easily you could catch a cold?"
As he spoke, Adrian Law wanted to take off his pure black cashmere coat and drape it over Cecilia Vaughn.
Cecilia Vaughn quickly shook her hand in refusal.
"Keep the coat for yourself, I’m not that fragile, I’m already dressed like a dumpling..."
Cecilia Vaughn seemed to naturally have a colder constitution; as soon as she got out of the car, her hands became icy cold.
Adrian Law smiled helplessly, silently pulling Cecilia Vaughn tighter into his embrace, trying to offer his little wife more warmth.
...
Cecilia Vaughn, like a little mole, nestled into Adrian Law’s embrace to find a comfortable spot. It was only after looking around that she realized the surroundings were unnaturally quiet.
She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in surprise.
"I didn’t expect in a city as expensive as Stellerton, there would be such a large abandoned construction site."
Adrian Law nodded slightly.
"I bought it."
Cecilia Vaughn nodded in realization, then lightly punched him in mild exasperation.
"Wasting is shameful, Mr. Law."
"So, what does the Madam think this place should be used for?"
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes rolled around.
"It’s a pity the industrial pollution here is quite severe, otherwise growing some fruits and vegetables would be perfect, and we could eat whatever we want each season."
Adrian Law affectionately rubbed her head: "Alright, alright, Mount Cygnus is such a good place, we’ll move it here for you to farm later."
...
As Adrian Law and Cecilia Vaughn chatted, there was infinite warmth between them, making the cold air seem to warm up a few degrees.
Meanwhile, Wyatt Law, having waited a long time for them, quickly descended from the stairs of the abandoned factory, and at a glance saw the couple nestled together in the snowy wilderness.
"Young Master, Young Madam! Over here!"
Hearing Wyatt Law’s urgent yet respectful voice, Cecilia Vaughn shrank her head in slight embarrassment.
"Look at us, forgetting our business. Come on, let’s hurry up."
"Alright."
Adrian Law took Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, and they ascended the stairs. Due to the snow, the ground was slippery, and the factory, long disrepaired, caused the stairs to creak frighteningly.
Cecilia Vaughn, wearing snow boots, was very careful not to step wrong, while Adrian Law silently supported her waist, his peripheral vision constantly watching his little wife’s every move.
At the rooftop of the factory, the snow and wind were even harsher, and the biting snowflakes stung their cheeks painfully.
Adrian Law narrowed his eyes slightly, surveying the several bodyguards present, finally fixing his gaze on Wyatt Law.
"Where is he?"
Adrian Law meant Winston Zane.
Wyatt Law naturally understood, nodding respectfully and then gesturing to several subordinates nearby.
"Bring him up!"
Soon, someone dragged a heavy burlap sack from an inconspicuous metal box.
"Mmm, mmm—"
Clearly, there was a living person inside the sack, but tightly bound and with tape covering the face, they could only helplessly struggle, making muffled noises mixed with the sound of the wind, which was somewhat eerie.
Cecilia Vaughn’s expression turned slightly cold.
"Inside, is it Winston Zane?"
"Young Madam, don’t worry!"
Wyatt Law nodded with a small sense of pride: "Inside is indeed the real one, no doubt about it! That scoundrel is very crafty, once dressed in women’s clothes and nearly made a few brothers lose him, fortunately, we found him again."
Dressed in women’s clothes?
Cecilia Vaughn felt no amusement; for someone who had colluded with Fiona Vaughn, almost led to her being violated by Young Master Trent, and caused her three years of imprisonment, she felt neither laughter nor sympathy.
"Untie the sack."
Adrian Law sensed the change in the small woman’s emotions beside him, his eyes narrowing slightly, silently tightening his grip on Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, and ordered Wyatt Law softly.
Wyatt Law immediately did as told, quickly stepping forward to untie the sack.
Finally witnessing the outside world, Winston Zane almost teared up with joy!
But he hadn’t had time to savor the freedom outside the sack for more than two seconds when he felt the chilling killing intent envelop him.
He tremblingly looked up, first seeing the man’s pure black leather boots.
Adrian Law’s posture was tall, nearly 1.9 meters in height; from this angle, his extraordinarily handsome face was covered with frost, the entire person appeared almost like a harbinger of doom.
Winston Zane’s heart suddenly skipped a beat; during the years of exile abroad, he had witnessed many grand scenes, even involved in mafia gang disputes.
But no one was like Adrian Law, who with just a simple gaze, made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
"Mmm, mmm!!"
Adrian Law’s gaze swept over, without saying a word, Wyatt Law quickly stepped forward to remove the tape from Winston Zane’s mouth.
Winston Zane greedily breathed in, finally feeling the freshness on his tongue, but quickly swallowed nervously.
"Sir, I don’t know, you are?..."
He had fled back to the country because of enormous gambling debts, hoping to convert valuable domestic assets into cash.
Unfamiliar with Adrian Law, he hadn’t imagined that the blockade at Stellerton Airport was entirely aimed at someone like him.
...
Just as Winston Zane trembled like chaff, a slender, elegant figure moved out from behind Adrian Law.
Cecilia Vaughn found it laughable that the mastermind who had ruined her life didn’t even know who had captured him.
"Winston Zane, do you remember me?"
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes were deep, no longer showing any feminine softness, only a cold sharpness of impending storm.
Winston Zane’s hunched body trembled again, unconsciously swallowing, all his hair standing on end involuntarily.
"You... you’re the Vaughn Family’s eldest daughter?"
His face turned ashen, losing all color!
"No, no, I don’t know you..."
...
"Really? You don’t recognize me?"
Cecilia Vaughn laughed coldly.
She bent down, took out a silver gleaming dagger, and casually waved it across Winston Zane’s face.
"Do you know what despair is?"