Adrian Law's gaze swept over the plain-faced girl before him; rarely did anyone manage to meet his eyes calmly like Miss Vaughn, especially when he was displeased.
Even men found it difficult, let alone such a young girl.
What a pity, she is also someone who likes to climb high branches.
...
Though Adrian Law uncovered past scars, Cecilia Vaughn's expression remained unchanged; she smiled lightly, her gaze growing more sincere.
Since this man hadn't stormed off, it indicated a slight interest in her.
"President Law, let me finish. First, although I've been to prison and had some entanglement with your brother, that's all in the past. I suppose someone as unique as President Law wouldn't care about these things like ordinary people do."
"Second, now Tyson Law is entangled with my stepsister, and the enemy of an enemy is a friend. You and Tyson Law are not born of the same mother, and your relationship with your stepmother and brother is also quite poor..."
"Currently, the Law Group is vast and prosperous thanks to your contributions, but I've heard that the current chairman of Law Group, your father, has already handed over part of the company's management to Tyson Law."
...
She's investigating him!
Adrian Law's eyes burst with sharp, hawk-like intensity, but he didn't interrupt Cecilia Vaughn.
There might be more to this!
"It's said your relationship with your father is also not harmonious, primarily because you're 26 and have never had a partner, leading to rumors about your preference for men, and concerns about possible health issues."
Cecilia Vaughn paused, her expression meaningful.
"These rumors are small but are becoming increasingly rampant in gossip media, even claiming you have secretly dealt with male celebrities—knowing these rumors can affect stock prices as the leader of Law Group."
"Thus, Director Law repeatedly urged you to find a match and demanded you marry within the year to stabilize public opinion, which you kept refusing, annoying your father."
"Meanwhile, your father is becoming increasingly fond of Tyson Law, which may lead to nurturing a tiger at home; are you willing to accept it?"
...
After hearing Cecilia Vaughn's statement, Adrian Law's intimidating aura slightly retracted.
He raised his gaze slightly, his voice cold and stern.
"I didn't expect Miss Vaughn to investigate these trivial matters even in prison; was your prison life so free?"
Free?
When she was held by the hair and smashed against a wall, her face covered in blood...
When she was almost taken advantage of by a male guard, barely escaping by savagely biting his throat...
When she was imprisoned in solitary, unable to have a single hot meal for two days straight...
...
Though Adrian Law was not aggressively pressing her, recalling the past still made Cecilia Vaughn feel suffocating.
Her expression dimmed momentarily but soon brightened again; nothing could break her down anymore.
"President Law was joking, prison life was definitely not free, but it did make me grow in a short period."
"President Law, I've said so much; if you were truly angry, you wouldn't have listened for so long."
Cecilia Vaughn maintained a serene expression, casually glossing over past affairs.
"Whether you urgently need a wife to change perception, or it's truly if your sexual orientation favors men, you won't lose marrying me."
Adrian Law's expression remained indifferent.
"Miss Vaughn is quite eloquent, too bad I'm not planning to marry."
...
Seeing the man remain unmoved, Cecilia Vaughn clenched her palm and finally laid all her cards on the table!
"Mr. Law, you surely know that my father, Gregory Vaughn, was once a son-in-law, and the Radiant Group originally belonged to my grandfather."
"But after my grandfather and mother passed away, the vast fortune was seized by my father and stepmother, yet the shares left by my grandfather and mother, according to the will, should be transferred to me!"
"The prerequisite for inheriting the shares is marriage!"
"President Law may be wealthy, but if you marry me, I'm willing to give you half of the acquired shares, no, majority is also possible!"
The lifelong efforts of her mother and grandfather were robbed by despicable people; she would never accept it.
Even if it's bargaining with the devil, as long as she could win, she didn't care!
...
Adrian Law looked at the girl before him; her speech carried a passionate and unyielding glow, stirring his heart slightly.
It was strange, although her figure was incredibly delicate, it gave off a strong feeling.
Like she would never be defeated.
Adrian Law had never felt this way about a girl before; he couldn't resist teasing her and raised an eyebrow.
"Miss Vaughn, if I asked you to give me all the assets originally belonging to your mother's family, would you accept?"
...
Indeed, a ruthless capitalist!
Within seconds, Cecilia Vaughn's thoughts changed multiple times, finally nodding with gritted teeth!
"I can!"
"But I have one condition: all company shares can go to you, but I want to keep other heirlooms from my mother and grandfather."
Now, she's like a gambler making a last-ditch bet; even if she hands tens of millions to Adrian Law, it's better than letting enemies have it!
Shares are just numbers, but those others, whether the old house or her mother's clothes and jewelry, are childhood memories, irreplaceable connections with family.
...
Adrian Law didn't expect Cecilia Vaughn to agree so decisively!
No one today could easily give up such a large sum of money!
Especially a young girl of twenty who had been to prison!
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Their eyes met, and her watery gaze seemed to radiate light, the fragile figure akin to a white flower emerging from a cliff, solitary yet resilient!
Adrian Law's heart trembled; he suddenly felt he might have gone too far.
Because he was merely joking, but Cecilia Vaughn seemed genuinely to believe he wanted to marry her, hence why she asked.
...
Adrian Law's lips curved slightly upward, without even realizing it himself.
"We've talked so much; are you thirsty?"
"Huh?"
Cecilia Vaughn was taken aback and paused, watching Adrian Law press something on his phone, and soon, someone knocked and entered.
A young man with thick eyebrows, wide eyes, gleaming white teeth and an honest appearance approached.
This was Adrian Law's personal assistant, Wyatt Law.
It was he who agreed to allow Cecilia Vaughn upstairs after the receptionist called earlier.
Wyatt Law carried two steaming cups of coffee, gently placing them on the desk.
"Master, Miss Vaughn, please enjoy the coffee."
Cecilia Vaughn quickly nodded in thanks, while Adrian Law nodded slightly.
"Wyatt, you may leave now."
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Wyatt left, while Adrian Law's expression carried a hint of apology.
"Miss Vaughn, with such talent in speech, not pursuing a career in public speaking seems a waste, but sorry, Mr. Law doesn't find your pitch suitable for him."
"Because I truly don't plan to marry."
Cecilia Vaughn paused, realizing she hadn't swayed this formidable figure.
Inwardly, there was inevitably some regret...
Yet she had contemplated before that having Adrian Law on her side would be great; even if he didn't agree, facing those people alone, she'd fight till the end!
...
After a brief self-reassurance, Cecilia Vaughn stood up and reached for her cup of coffee.
The delicate white wrist of the girl slightly tilted, revealing a red plum blossom-shaped birthmark, blood-red and almost enchanting.
Adrian Law's gaze landed on the red plum birthmark, his eyes filled with disbelief.
No, how can it be!
That birthmark!—