Chapter 528: Young Master, Are You Sure You’re Not Crazy?

Cecilia Vaughn heard Adrian Law’s words, and a trace of unusual brilliance flashed across her almond eyes.

"Is it that... the exchange meeting for selecting the new youth tourism ambassador between Veridia and Vesperia?"

Cecilia was genuinely surprised to learn that Desmond Fletcher would also be attending.

But thinking about it, it made sense. At the Lockwood Group’s auction before, she seemed to catch a glimpse of Mr. Adams, the visiting professor from the Laurel League university in Vesperia, who had a keen interest in music creation and strongly believed that while people have nationalities, music knows no borders.

As soon as he appeared in the auction hall, many people approached him to talk.

Among those attending the auction were many rich scions showing concern for him, along with some eager parents engaging in conversation. In this day and age, don’t think that being a second-generation rich kid ensures a life of comfort; they were born in Olaria, yet they are wealthier, have better backgrounds, are more attractive, and work harder than you do.

Winning the election for the tourism goodwill ambassador between the two countries would be a prestigious addition to anyone’s resume.

...

Thinking of this, Cecilia couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"Adrian, I didn’t expect you to have such extensive connections, even knowing about this. After all, most people only know that the U.S. will send Adams as the chief judge, with the highest voting authority."

"Let me guess, isn’t Veridia mainly having Desmond Fletcher oversee things?"

Desmond Fletcher is a nearly sixty-year-old musician, excelling in composing, writing lyrics, and singing.

What’s most legendary is that Desmond Fletcher is highly respected not only in the Veridian music scene but has also been honored at the highest music awards in Euronia and Vesperia, the Grammy Awards.

His accomplishments are unmatched by other musicians in the Veridian circle.

Some people don’t know that Desmond Fletcher was originally a formal military singer, although this phase was so brief that many people overlooked it. In truth, he was well-regarded by those higher up, once representing the music community at a regular conference.

...

Adrian Law nodded slightly.

"That’s right, it’s because Zion mentioned it to me."

In some aspects, Zion Prescott may have more informed news than him. After all, Adrian Law is used to being aloof, whereas Zion Prescott is very versatile, naturally gracious and skilled in both Eastern and Western medicine, highly esteemed by high society, and anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t dare to offend The Prescott Family.

Cecilia sighed upon hearing this.

"Looking at it this way, if the news gets out, even more people will want to visit Desmond Fletcher. Yet he’s still willing to meet and talk with me in person; I truly feel ashamed."

"You were the one who refused."

Adrian Law curled his lips into a fond smile, wrapped his arm around the girl’s slender shoulders, lifted a strand of hair beside her face, and inhaled lightly.

"Cecilia, you really don’t need to be so hesitant. In this world, kindred spirits are hard to find, like the tales of Bo Ya and Ziqi. If you wish to develop in the music industry after graduation, I will fully support you."

"..."

Cecilia was taken aback by how far Adrian Law’s thoughts extended, suddenly feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness. Upon reflecting, she felt an undeniable sweetness.

She and Adrian Law needn’t worry about their careers. Even without the Radiant Group left by her grandmother and mother, Wendy Sutton, she could lead a good life with her skills in painting alone.

Having someone support her interests unconditionally, Cecilia Vaughn was truly grateful.

Outside, she wished to be an independent, urban woman, but at home, she was willing to be pampered, to be the little girl of the man she loved.

"Adrian, thank you for always understanding me."

"There you go thanking me again."

The man tapped her forehead helplessly.

"Am I an outsider? Why such a formal tone?"

"It’s not about formality; it’s genuine gratitude."

Cecilia held the man’s hand seriously, her eyes sparkling brightly.

"Adrian, don’t you have any special hobbies? According to Wyatt, you’re basically a workaholic and only stopped working overtime day and night after we got married. If possible, let’s take half a month to a month’s vacation each year."

Take a month’s vacation?

This little girl really has her imagination running wild...

If he truly withdrew from the Law Group’s operations for a month, Adrian Law could imagine the board getting furious, blowing their tops.

...

Cecilia didn’t notice the amusement in Adrian Law’s heart; she mistook his slight smile as agreement with her idea.

"Adrian, during that time, we could visit a secluded seaside island for a holiday, without needing other income sources. I could paint and play the piano, and you could either play the xun or pose as my model. We’d surely attract people to spend money on us. Wouldn’t such days be idyllic?"

Cecilia originally wanted to say that Adrian could showcase his culinary skills, but at the thought of him cooking for others to make money, she felt unwilling.

Oh well, let the image of the executive chef be a private indulgence for herself.

...

After hearing the girl’s plan, Adrian Law’s dark eyes brightened slightly.

Initially, he considered Cecilia Vaughn’s proposal a joke, but seeing her serious planning, a deep affection arose within him.

"Cecilia, fourteen days or a month is too long; perhaps a week to ten days is possible."

The Law Group is an empire-like money-making machine; it wouldn’t make sense that it couldn’t operate without him. A leader is important, but if the team can’t function independently for ten days, that’s weakness.

"You’re agreeing?"

Cecilia jumped up in surprise and joy, planting a happy kiss on the man’s cheek.

"That’s great, but let’s agree beforehand. During that time, no responding to work matters, except for real emergencies."

The girl’s playful words further brightened the man’s mood. He gazed at Cecilia’s luminous eyes, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply.

"Alright, no matter how big the world is, Mrs. Law’s satisfaction is the most important."

"Smart answer."

...

When this request was conveyed to Wyatt Law, he was truly stunned.

"Young Master, have you gone crazy, or have I?"

One cold glance from Adrian Law and Wyatt quickly changed his tone.

With a bitter expression, he backtracked.

"Alright, fine, so be it. At worst, we’ll lose a few hundred million in deals."

Their team was certainly capable; only Adrian could maximize profits while minimizing risks. Others didn’t have his boldness or foresight.

The happiness of the Young Madam is indeed priceless.

Why does it feel so painful for us single folks?