Cecilia Vaughn's beautiful face showed a faint smile as she leaned into the man's embrace, her heart filled with emotions.
"Adrian, did you find that journalist?"
Otherwise, Cecilia Vaughn really couldn't figure out which journalist could have investigated Florence Warner's past scandals.
Since Florence Warner became the wife of the Chairman of Radiant Group, she worked hard to clean up her past as a hostess in a foot massage parlor to enter Stellerton's upper-class circle, something that was generally unknown to most people.
Adrian Law reached out to gently rub Cecilia Vaughn's head. He lowered his head, and his thin lips landed on Cecilia Vaughn's eyelashes like a dragonfly skimming the water, filled with tender affection.
"I didn't expect Cecilia to become so clever."
Cecilia Vaughn's lips curved into a smile, and she found a more comfortable position in the man's arms.
"Of course, if I don't get a little smarter, people might say I'm not worthy of our family's president."
