Free Web NovelChapter 250: Chapter 250: Fool, More Harm Than Good
Chloe and Fiona never expected Adrian Law to be this ruthless!
Cecilia is just a murderer—
Is she really worth him treating her with such devotion?
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Fiona felt a mix of jealousy and resentment burning in her heart, her manicured fingers digging hard into her palm, while Chloe never even tried to hide her feelings—she’d been spoiled all her life, and now her face twisted with rage and arrogance.
"I’m the Mayor Alden’s daughter! Who dares stop me?"
As she spoke, she swept her gaze across the dozen or so bodyguards nearby.
"If it weren’t for the Alden Family backing this place, how high-end do you think your little private VIP club could be? Do you really think you can stand up to our family’s power?"
"I’m warning you—if you touch me today, I’ll see to it that this shady club of yours gets shut down in Stellerton!"
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Adrian Law cast a cold glance at Chloe, completely uninterested in dealing with her and Fiona’s drama.
Cecilia still hasn’t shown up—why is she hiding and refusing to see me? freēwebnovel.com
His heart gave a little twinge of pain.
"Take care of them."
With a cool, brief command, Adrian Law strode away, not looking back.
"Mr. Law——"
"The Eldest Young Master Law——"
For the first time, Fiona and Chloe called after him in perfect unison, but their voices couldn’t make him turn around.
Left with no choice, they could only glare resentfully at the lobby manager and the security staff from Cloud Nine.
"The Eldest Young Master Law is gone—if you know what’s good for you, get lost now. Who do you think you are, laying hands on us?"
Compared to Chloe’s domineering arrogance, Fiona looked more soft and delicate, her face still shimmering with the tears Adrian had just scared out of her—so innocent, so beguiling.
"Everyone, I really don’t know what I did to offend Mr. Law. The less trouble the better, right? I’m Mrs. Tyson Law—surely you wouldn’t ignore Tyson’s reputation too?"
"We don’t care who you’re married to! The Eldest Young Master Law said you’re to leave, so you best get out on your own—otherwise, it’ll only be more embarrassing for you in the end!"
The lobby manager stared at Fiona coolly, completely unfazed by her veiled threat.
What a joke. This club is owned by Adrian Law, Zion Prescott, and Felix Lockwood. Which of them would ever care about Tyson Law?
Fiona hadn’t expected them to be so stubborn, and she bit her lip in frustration.
"But Mr. Law said no one from the Vaughn and Alden families can come in anymore. Does that count for my sister too?"
"And what right do you have to compare yourself to Mrs. Law?"
The lobby manager glanced at her with annoyance. Everyone working here was sharp—they all knew what Adrian meant: Cecilia Vaughn and her brother, Evan Vaughn, were obviously exempt from the ban.
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Staring into the disdainful gaze of the lobby manager, Fiona’s mind went blank; her cheeks colored more brilliantly than a spilled paint palette!
A lowly private club lackey, and he dares look down on her?
"Miss Vaughn, Miss Alden, if you won’t leave on your own, then we have no choice but to make you!"
Fiona tried to struggle then, but she and Chloe were no match for the well-trained staff. Soon, they were being escorted to the door.
All the way there, Chloe was so furious she could cough up blood. She kept cursing nonstop—shouting about "shady club, my dad will shut you down" and all sorts of threats, drawing the attention of all the other VIP clients.
With such a strict referral-only policy, everyone here was wealthy and powerful—they all quickly recognized Fiona and Chloe!
"Hey, isn’t that Miss Fiona and Miss Alden?"
"Wow, what did they do to get kicked out by the lobby manager?"
"Didn’t you hear what the eldest Miss Alden just said? It’s not just them getting kicked out—the Vaughn and Alden families are banned for good!"
"Wow, Cloud Nine really is ruthless—not even these two heiresses get any special treatment."
"They must’ve pissed off someone powerful behind the scenes. Honestly, eldest Miss Alden is nasty and arrogant at the best of times. And Fiona—everyone knows she’s a two-faced homewrecker. They totally had this coming!"
You know how people love drama—as if high society isn’t cutthroat enough, everyone here relishes seeing someone fall and never misses a chance to kick them when they’re down.
Hearing those remarks, Fiona’s cheeks burned as if slapped.
She shot a hateful glare at Chloe, who was still wailing and ranting—her heart growing even darker and colder. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
This useless idiot—always ruins things!
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When Fiona and Chloe were finally thrown out of Cloud Nine like common trash, Chloe was so angry her face was ashen.
"Pfft! What a garbage club. Not like I care!"
She tried to hold out, but couldn’t help it—Chloe burst into tears.
"Fiona, what are we going to do? We’re banned from Cloud Nine—our families are too! I’m scared everyone will look down on me."
Fiona’s beautiful eyes flashed coldly as she reached out and squeezed Chloe’s arm.
"Chloe, the Alden Family has branches all over, and your dad’s the biggest power in Stellerton. There’s no way this club can keep us out forever. You have to make your dad help us get our dignity back!"
Fiona knew perfectly well Adrian must have a complicated relationship with Cloud Nine, but she was completely out of options—so she decided to push Chloe out front, drag the Alden Family into this as a shield, and use Chloe as a pawn for reconciliation.
Think about it—so many casting deals, so many wrap parties, all happened at Cloud Nine. If she can’t go there anymore, she’ll be a laughingstock in the entertainment industry!
Chloe, of course, had no idea what Fiona was really up to. She just snuggled up to Fiona, full of dependence.
"Fiona, you’re the only one who really cares about me. Don’t worry—I’ll have Daddy make things right for both of us!"
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Meanwhile, Cecilia had no idea what was happening at Cloud Nine after she left.
After all, she’d left without saying goodbye, but Cecilia thought it over and decided to call Stacy Summers.
"Grandma, I’m sorry. My friend needed me for something urgent, so I left. You and Adrian go ahead and enjoy your meal!"
"Hey, wasn’t Adrian coming to see you?"
Stacy’s voice was full of surprise.
"Oh, is that so?"
Cecilia gave a bitter little laugh. Her heart tightened, but not wanting to ask Stacy any more about Adrian, she abruptly changed the subject.
"Grandma, I heard Miss White say that a master at Sage’s Mercy Temple declared her to be Adrian’s Daughter of Destiny. Isn’t that just some charlatan’s scam?"
"Oh, Cecilia, don’t be so sure—the abbot at Sage’s Mercy Temple isn’t just some fraud, you know!"
"Back then, he’d never even met Rosalind, and yet he predicted the benefactor who’d save Adrian would be a girl with almond-shaped eyes and black hair. He even guessed Rosalind’s age—it really was uncanny..."
"That miraculous?"
Cecilia’s eyes drooped. She was just about to say something when she suddenly saw Adrian Law running toward her from across the street.
The girl’s face changed, her knuckles gripping her phone turning slowly white.
