Chapter 391: You Think You’re Worthy of Befriending the Old Master?
Before her appeared a perfectly matched couple, the man handsome and tall, dressed in a smoke-blue suit and trousers, gently embracing his delicate wife.
Fiona, too, nestled infinitely tenderly in the man’s arms. Despite the cold weather with ice still on the ground, Fiona, pregnant, wore an off-shoulder dress, presenting an image of a naturally frost-resistant fairy.
...
Seeing Fiona’s seemingly surprised yet delighted expression, a sense of annoyance welled up in Cecilia Vaughn’s heart.
No matter if this invitation was real or fake, had she known Fiona and Tyson Law would be attending, she wouldn’t come even if she were paid.
Fiona seemed oblivious to Cecilia Vaughn’s impatience, approaching with a charming smile and a voice gentle as a spring nightingale’s.
"Sister, where’s Adrian? Why isn’t he accompanying you?"
"I heard someone here is really shameless. Lucky the Eldest Young Master Law isn’t here, or else wouldn’t Cecilia Vaughn be caught red-handed crashing the red carpet?"
A sharp and vicious female voice rang out, and Cecilia Vaughn’s elegant brows furrowed even tighter. She glanced back to see Chloe Alden standing right behind Fiona.
Previously, Chloe was holding up Fiona’s somewhat fluffy feather skirt, so Cecilia Vaughn hadn’t noticed her there.
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"Miss Alden, please be careful with your words."
Cecilia Vaughn’s features were exquisite, yet there was a chill in her expression that was even colder than the winter wind.
Why did this vile woman emerge from prison with such an imposing aura?
Chloe Alden felt quite indignant, hating Cecilia Vaughn’s cold, proud demeanor as though she were nothing but the queen’s footmaid in her eyes.
"Why are you glaring at me? Does glaring at me prove your invitation isn’t fake? I think you’re just acting guilty!"
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes were icy, her lips curving into a wry smile.
"I think Miss Alden might have forgotten her apologies on Weibo and social circles."
"You..."
Recalling the embarrassing plea for mercy she once made to Cecilia Vaughn, Chloe Alden felt her pride slipping.
She was about to curse Cecilia Vaughn’s shamelessness, but suddenly, a gracefully impressive figure strode in, calmly snatching the invitation from Cecilia Vaughn’s hand.
"Classmate Vaughn, why are you still here?"
The invitation, judged counterfeit by security, was abruptly taken away, causing Cecilia Vaughn’s pupils to narrow, unable to clearly see the face of the aider who forcefully pulled her arm.
"Mr. Dodge appreciates your talent, please follow me."
With her arm held by a man, Cecilia Vaughn instinctively wanted to resist. However, when she looked up, a familiar handsome face came into view, his expression cold yet restrained.
The man had a high nose, deep eyes, and lips of soft red, his skin even paler than Cecilia Vaughn’s, like a vampire devoid of daylight, possessing a strangely noble, morbid beauty.
He was Sean Grant, the heartthrob of Stellerton University.
Even though his eyelashes were long and dense like a girl’s, one would never mistake him for a woman due to his tall stature and sharp aura.
...
Though Cecilia Vaughn had some affection for Sean Grant, it was merely out of classmates’ friendship, so she immediately uncomfortably moved aside from his grasp.
Without time to ponder why Sean Grant was here, she was stunned by his words.
"The Mr. Dodge you mentioned...who is he?"
Before Cecilia Vaughn could finish her sentence, Chloe Alden stormed over.
"So, Cecilia Vaughn, you’re sneaking around on the Eldest Young Master Law with a pretty boy..."
Cecilia Vaughn’s lips twitched, observing Chloe Alden’s indignant look, she really felt a bit sorry for the mayor’s daughter’s intelligence.
What kind of fox spirit bewitched her to charge so fully for someone like Fiona?
...
Feeling a chill from Cecilia Vaughn’s sarcastic smile, Fiona quickly tugged at Chloe Alden.
"Chloe, don’t be impulsive."
Speaking thus, Fiona examined Cecilia Vaughn and Sean Grant cautiously.
She knew Sean Grant; the renowned mixed-race heartthrob of this year, a top student exchanged from Caelus Academy of Fine Arts, had once overshadowed her celebrity status at Stellerton University.
"Grant, why are you here? The Mr. Dodge you mentioned, is it Sorenson Dodge?"
Fiona wasn’t a foolish impulsive person like Chloe Alden. Rationally speaking, even if Sean Grant was outstanding, he was still just a student, yet he could openly appear here claiming Cecilia Vaughn’s invitation was legitimate, this made Fiona wary.
Sorenson Dodge?
That’s one of the most famous charitable entrepreneurs in Vesperia!
The elderly gentleman is over eighty, with an unusually high sense of awareness, having set a will to donate most of his assets, a news piece that had trended multiple times on Veridia’s Weibo.
...
Though Chloe Alden had heard the name, she didn’t believe such a prominent figure nearing the end of his life would favor Cecilia Vaughn, stomping her foot in frustration.
"Fiona, why are you treating such shameless people so kindly? They must be bluffing, don’t be fooled by them!"
Upon hearing this, Fiona was also riddled with doubt.
She gazed sternly at Cecilia Vaughn, as if deeply disappointed.
"Sister, how could you forge an entry invitation just to get into this charity gala? Even now, you seek Grant’s cover for your lie..."
"Sister, I’m really disappointed...Father would definitely not want you to become like this..."
As Fiona’s near-teary complaints seemed almost sincere, many journalists were likewise touched.
"Indeed, the guard already verified the authenticity of the invitation, this Eldest Miss Vaughn is truly shameless, even claiming acquaintance with Mr. Dodge, so disgusting..."
"Throw her out!"
"Yes, sucking up to connections without self-awareness!"
...
As everyone glared angrily at Cecilia Vaughn, all of a sudden, a peculiar atmosphere arose from behind.
"Old Mr. Dodge is here!"
Someone was the first to shout.
Thereafter, everything fell into silence, probably quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
The crowd turned around in shock, only to unconsciously make way, as an energetic elderly man threaded through, projecting an immense presence.
"Who might be Miss Cecilia Vaughn?"
"Hello, I...I am."
Cecilia Vaughn gaze up in astonishment, unfamiliar with this philanthropic giant, yet the man approached with enthusiastic joy, fervently shaking her hand.
"Miss Vaughn, could I purchase your collaborative work with Sean Grant, the Sunset Painting?"