Chapter 398: She’s Spoiled by Me—Got a Problem?
Everyone was stunned. They stared with wide, disbelieving eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with their hearing.
"What did I just hear? Someone said they want to pick number seven? And they’re offering one hundred million? In US Dollars?"
"How could anyone offer one hundred million US Dollars for a Love God Crown! That’s seven hundred million in Golden Currency if you convert it!"
"The host was about to announce Miss Fiona Vaughn as this year’s Love Goddess, wasn’t that just someone making a show for attention? Isn’t the three-minute bidding time already over?"
But someone immediately shook their head to refute.
"I was watching the screen! Pretty much as soon as that man finished talking, the timer projected on stage slowly counted down from ten to zero!"
"That bid counts."
"No shit! For real?! What if he can’t pay a hundred million? Is he just there to make a fuss?"
"Exactly, even the richest ones here like The Second Young Master Law wouldn’t just throw around that kind of money—seven hundred million in Golden Currency!"
"Precisely! And it’s in cash, too! Spending seven hundred million on some Love God title for marketing? Only an absolute fool would do that..."
...
The chatter burst forth like boiling water in a pot.
"Wait, who put in the bid? And who’s the mysterious number seven?"
The crowd looked around, searching for number seven.
But after scanning the rankings for ages, number seven wasn’t on the board at all! Nobody knew just who this mysterious bidder could be.
Damn, both the bidder and candidate are missing? Isn’t this way too ridiculous?!
...
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart tightened, and almost reflexively, she turned her number card over.
Because she held number seven—and she had no intention of drawing attention right now.
While everyone questioned if this was all a publicity stunt, at the entrance to the banquet hall, a line of men in black suits escorted a tall figure, who walked confidently at the front, moving straight toward Cecilia Vaughn.
When the crowd heard that crisp, orderly footstep, they all froze and turned to look at the entrance.
"Who is that? And why does he get to bring bodyguards even if he’s late? Isn’t the Love’s Light charity gala supposed to be one person, one vote?"
The whole room wondered the same thing—but the moment they saw the man in front, everyone involuntarily held their breath.
—As if in this world, he was a child the Creator personally favored.
There was no lack of sharply dressed male business elites in attendance, nor were there any shortage of handsome celebrities from the entertainment industry.
But this man’s looks were one-in-a-million, and his aura—absolutely unique, overwhelmingly noble.
"Who is this guy... He’s way too good-looking... I thought my idol was enough, but—damn, there’s just no comparison."
"In Stellerton—no, in all Veridia, is there a man who looks like that?"
Many people had never seen Adrian Law in person; their eyeballs were practically ready to drop from shock.
Above him, the moon hung high. Starlight scattered all around as if he’d arrived draped in their glow. Straight nose, lips tinged faint red, that flawless, handsome face remained icy and inscrutable.
His tall, elegant frame seemed outlined by a master’s brush, and the force of his charisma simply radiated raw nobility!
...
It wasn’t just the girls watching him— even the men felt their hearts skip a beat.
"Shit, no way... I think he’s gonna turn me! Who the hell is he smiling at? I’m losing it, this is unreal!"
It was really just a simple, completely undecorated black suit. But on Adrian Law, it was effortlessly elegant and unique. His face was usually cold as ice, blank of any expression, but for some reason, seeing something just now, a faint smile actually tugged at his lips.
A face that looked as if crafted from snow and ice, almost not human, could actually SMILE!
And when he did, it was that warm—that boyish, pampering smile, not at all clashing with his air of highborn distance, but adding a sense of "in the whole world, I only have eyes for you."
...
Just who was he smiling at?
That wasn’t just one person’s curiosity—it was a question echoing in everyone’s heart.
After quite some time, the host finally snapped out of it, clearing his throat.
"Uh... Sir, were you the one who made that earlier bid for Cupid? One hundred million... US Dollars, are you sure?"
He actually hesitated at the words ’one hundred million US Dollars’—even as a consummate professional, he looked a little lost and doubtful about reality itself.
But Adrian Law just nodded coolly.
"That’s right. One hundred million US Dollars. I choose number seven."
His voice was as cold as the moonlight—without passion, yet it blasted a hole in everyone’s heart.
So who was number seven?
This was just... incredible, right?
Just a moment ago, everyone had been envying Tyson Law for splashing fifty million on the list for his pregnant little wife, but now, compared to a hundred million US Dollars, that was nothing!
Of course, you should question whether he could actually produce the funds—
But for some reason, the moment they saw Adrian Law, everyone suddenly felt—if there was anyone in the world for whom the impossible was trivial, it was this man.
...
"Uh... Okay, okay!"
The host’s hands trembled holding the mic. If he hadn’t propped himself up on the stand, he’d probably have collapsed right off the stage.
"Anyone else... wants to compete with this gentleman for the title of Cupid?"
The audience collectively shook their heads, busy speculating about Adrian Law’s identity, and still guessing who the mysterious number seven could be.
They’d checked every candidate’s number— all but number seven were accounted for, and seven was missing.
...
"Just who is number seven? I’m so jealous of her!"
"I know, right, I’m dying of curiosity! Miss Fiona and The Second Young Master Law don’t even compare!"
While everyone made their comparisons, Fiona Vaughn’s face had already turned ugly pale!
She dug her fingernails into her palm, her eyes nearly bursting with jealousy.
—Adrian Law was supposed to be on a business trip abroad and shouldn’t he be on a return flight? Why is he here?
No matter how furious or unwilling she was, Adrian Law had claimed the Love God Crown of Cupid’s Night.
...
The man walked step by step, his gaze unwavering, heading straight for Cecilia Vaughn.
"Cecilia, do you like this present?"
He smiled radiantly, dropped to one knee, holding up the crystal crown, looking at her with utter devotion.
Cecilia Vaughn’s cheeks blushed bright red, looking truly incredulous.
"Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early?"
"I missed you, so I came back."
As her cheeks only reddened further, Adrian Law raised an eyebrow. He stood up, intending to place the Love God Crown on Cecilia Vaughn’s head himself.
But just then, a shrill female voice cut him off—
"No way! Why should that crystal crown be given to a stingy bitch like her!"