Cecilia Vaughn's lips curved into a pleasant arc, yet her smile grew increasingly cold.
The chill in her eyes was almost enough to pierce through a person's heart.
"Before you deal with Morning Glory, let me ask, was that whip you lashed on Adrian's black horse during the race really an accident?"
Tyson Law's face suddenly changed color.
"Cecilia, what do you mean by that, are you questioning my intentions towards my brother?"
Cecilia Vaughn calmly smoothed her sleeve, her expression as transparent as crystal-clear water.
"I never said that."
Tyson Law's face alternated between green and white, unable to grasp what Cecilia Vaughn was implying.
Losing this race was already humiliating enough, and now Cecilia Vaughn was questioning him, making Tyson Law clench his molars tightly.
"Cecilia Vaughn, believe it or not, it was all because of that disobedient horse, Morning Glory, which drove me to such rage that I mistakenly whipped without knowing the direction."
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