Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Kick Fiona Vaughn and Her Mother Out
Cecilia Vaughn furrowed her brow, and before she could see the caller ID, her hand slipped, and she accidentally pressed the answer button.
"Hello, may I ask who is this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a steady and elegant male voice came through the earpiece.
"Cecilia, it’s me. I’m at your school’s southeast gate, here to pick you up."
"..."
Cecilia Vaughn sighed helplessly, though a slight, sweet smile involuntarily tugged at her lips.
"Mr. CEO, it’s Monday today. Aren’t you busy with work? I guess the board is going crazy with a boss like you taking time off so whimsically."
"Touché, Cecilia. To the shareholders of Radiant Group, you’re even more unreliable than I am."
"..."
Cecilia was momentarily speechless. Ever since she took over the largest share of Radiant Group, she had been balancing her studies and an unfinished comic, leaving most company affairs to reliable senior staff.
She would regularly monitor company matters through her computer every week, but she unquestionably spent less time at the company than Adrian Law, which was indeed shameful.
...
Failing to sass him back and getting a response instead, Cecilia Vaughn had no choice but to meekly go along.
"Alright, alright, I guess Wyatt informed you? It’s actually nothing major. I was just planning to go to the West Mountain Villa Complex on my own. You don’t have to worry about me."
"Just get in the car, and we’ll talk."
"Fine, your call."
Cecilia hung up the call with a smile, knowing Adrian Law was concerned about her, but in truth, she wasn’t that fragile.
It was just a post; hadn’t she faced enough criticism over the years in jail?
Cecilia comforted herself with a bit of Ah-Q spirit, and the thought of meeting Adrian lifted her mood significantly, causing her to walk on her toes with a spring in her step.
Just as she was about to reach the bend in the stairs, she accidentally bumped into a tall and handsome figure because she wasn’t watching where she was going.
"Sorry... I was just lost in thought."
Cecilia rubbed her wrist, slightly pained, and when she looked up in apology, she locked eyes with a striking and narrow pair of eyes, glittering like glass, yet exuding a broodiness akin to a vampire.
It was Sean Grant.
Cecilia had a slight fondness for Stellerton University’s new campus heartthrob, as he had helped her a few times. She offered him a sheepish smile.
"Grant, did I hurt you?"
Sean’s rebellious gaze lingered on Cecilia for a moment before he coldly shifted it away.
"No, just watch where you’re going next time."
"Okay."
Cecilia nodded, just about to turn around when Sean suddenly stopped her.
"Are you done with classes for today, are you... leaving?"
"Yeah, that’s right. Is there an issue?"
Cecilia looked at Sean, puzzled. She rarely interacted with him, so his approach surprised her a bit.
—This mixed-race genius was only eighteen, the same age as her brother Evan Vaughn, but his personality was eccentric and aloof, almost invisible in class. Yet despite his silence, his good looks were too striking to ignore.
"The weather forecast says it’s going to rain."
???
The bewilderment in Cecilia’s eyes deepened as she glanced at the sunny skies outside, doubting it would rain in the afternoon. Yet, the vampire-like handsome boy suddenly thrust something into her hands.
Cecilia looked down to see it was a pure black umbrella—delicate and compact.
The boy’s deep-set eyes glimmered, his skin almost incandescent under the sun, and despite his indifferent expression, his gesture of offering an umbrella seemed incongruous.
"Keep it."
"This... really isn’t necessary..."
Cecilia hesitated for two seconds, thinking of an excuse to politely decline, but the boy had already strode away like a swift comet, entering the classroom.
Cecilia stared at the black-handled umbrella in her hand and eventually sighed helplessly.
"Oh well, it’s just an umbrella..."
What if it really did rain?
He meant well, after all, so she might as well take it and return it to him the next day.
...
With the umbrella, Cecilia made her way to the school’s most secluded southeast gate.
The sun was shining perfectly now, and not many people used sun umbrellas in winter. Most preferred soaking up the sunshine. Cecilia, holding a black umbrella, was understandably eye-catching along the way.
However, the southeast gate was already deserted.
Adrian Law spotted her from several meters away. The man leaned against the car door, and his lips were just beginning to curl upwards when Cecilia drew nearer, only for him to notice the black umbrella in her hand.
"Where did that umbrella come from?"
Adrian’s smile suddenly vanished, a hint of displeasure surfacing at the corners of his mouth.
—He had a good memory. Cecilia never bought this style of umbrella. Besides, when she once raced on Mount Nocturne Highway, that campus heartthrob from her school, Sean Grant, had also held an umbrella for her.
And that black umbrella looked almost identical to this one.
...
Cecilia, seeing the serious expression on the man’s face as he turned into a jealous rage, was momentarily stunned.
"Uh... A classmate said it might rain this afternoon, so he lent it to me to stave off the rain temporarily."
Wanting to dispel Adrian’s misunderstanding, Cecilia was about to make light of it.
"Is it that Vessaria mixed-race exchange student, Sean Grant, who lent it to you?"
However, Adrian directly named him.
Cecilia was taken aback. She had no intention of hiding the truth, but neither did she want Adrian to overthink it.
"How did you know?"
"The last race, he held an umbrella for you, I remember it."
Adrian narrowed his sharp eyes, giving her evidence word by word, his deep eyes hinting at displeasure.
"Impressive, impressive, eight hundred years have passed, and Mr. CEO’s memory remains so clear..."
Cecilia couldn’t help but laugh.
The man’s handsome brows knitted tightly as he gazed at her with intense severity.
"Is it that funny?"
Cecilia playfully pretended to shiver in fear, meanwhile, she cheerfully grabbed the man’s hand.
"Not funny, not funny at all, I just solved a mystery—no wonder I smelled a strong whiff of sourness from afar, turns out... someone was feeling jealous..."
Adrian helplessly tapped the girl’s nose.
"I never get jealous over insignificant people. Throw that umbrella in the trunk, rain or not, use mine instead."
"Alright, alright, I’ll obey my husband’s orders!"
Cecilia playfully saluted, making Adrian’s stern expression relax and soften.
...
Once in the car, Cecilia’s demeanor became more solemn.
"Wyatt must have told you about that post, right?"
"Yes, I’ve already contacted the school administration to remove the post..."
The man nodded, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt.
"But that’s only treating the symptom, not the cause."
Cecilia slowly shook her head, her lips curling up like a flower.
"Deleting a post is nothing. I want to ensure Fiona Vaughn and her mom can’t even smile."
Adrian chuckled softly.
"For instance?"
Cecilia narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, her voice sly like a fox.
"When I regained Radiant Group’s equity, I said I would reclaim the old mansion’s property rights and kick Fiona Vaughn and her mother out!"
"Today is a good day to settle scores!"
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