Chapter 689: All Talk, No Action

——Young Master Law, we have already found the lady who also custom ordered a dress from Master Walter Sinclair. She is currently in Paris as well.

Cecilia Vaughn originally wanted to say that Mona Summers was not related to her by blood, but the concern they had for each other was undeniable. However, seeing the message on Adrian Law’s tablet, her initial plan to be upset with Adrian suddenly halted.

Focusing on serious matters was more important. What’s the point of indulging in pointless arguments?

...

"Adrian, do you really suspect that this lady is behind the attempt to harm me?"

The information was sent by Wyatt Law, accompanied by a series of detailed buyer information.

Master Walter Sinclair hasn’t been making clothes for years. Those who can still purchase ready-made clothes from him nowadays not only are wealthy and noble but often have deep backgrounds or have been friends with Master Sinclair for many years.

Just like Adrian Law, it was because Master Sinclair kept remembering Adrian’s mother, Susan Roswell, that he’s been quietly maintaining ties with the Law Family for all these years.

Otherwise, given Master Sinclair’s temperament, abandoning the Law Family wouldn’t have mattered to him.

He’s already possessed wealth and fame, and prestige isn’t that significant to a tailor past fifty who harbors no ambitions.

If Master Walter Sinclair genuinely wanted to leave more legends behind, he wouldn’t have chosen to find a beautiful, tranquil place to live in seclusion.

...

"Huh, from her appearance, I thought she was a pure-blooded foreigner, but it turns out she has a quarter of Veridian ancestry."

Cecilia glanced at the picture of the middle-aged woman with light brown hair and hesitated at the background information.

"But according to the information, her family doesn’t have businesses in Veridia, so I really can’t figure out why she would be involved in the case of Chloe Alden’s murder. Compared to Fiona Vaughn, her motive is almost nonexistent."

...

Adrian Law looked at his little wife, who seemed distressed, and couldn’t help but tease her with a playful smile.

Outside the window, the stars were sparse. Adrian walked to the window, gently pulling back the curtains, letting the evening breeze slowly flow into the room.

"Cecilia, didn’t someone just boast about their clever mind? How come now it seems like you’re stuck in a dead end, unable to make sense of things?"

...

"Are you mocking me?"

Cecilia glared at Adrian in exasperation. Her clear eyes reflected the light of the petal-shaped crystal chandelier, making her delicate face appear even purer.

"Whatever, you can mock me all you want. I’m not Detective Conan, nor am I Sherlock Holmes come alive. I was just bragging about my good college entrance exam scores earlier. At least in the exam-oriented education, I can still score high; it’s not embarrassing, right?"

"Of course, it’s not embarrassing..."

Adrian Law smiled slightly, gesturing Cecilia over, his handsome features exuding a gentle warmth under the moonlight, no longer as sharp as before.

"Cecilia, come over here."

"What do you want?"

Cecilia looked at him warily, remembering their unfinished business, afraid Adrian might suddenly get impulsive and do something to her on the windowsill...

Cough, cough, what’s with all the weird, unnecessary thoughts in her brain?

Cecilia criticized herself with two curses, then resignedly walked over.

"Enough with the nonsense, straight to the point."

"Alright, let’s get to the point, but Cecilia, why is your face so red?"

"..." Cecilia was speechless for a while, her pale lips moving slightly, before hesitantly saying, "It’s hot, isn’t that okay? ... Look, you’re also hot and went to open the window for some air, didn’t you?"

"..."

Adrian Law saw Cecilia’s guilty look, especially the girl’s small action of tapping her fingers lightly, knowing that this little girl was definitely lying.

Yet, Adrian didn’t bother to expose her, instead, the man smiled faintly.

"Do you feel hot? I actually feel a bit cold."

Saying that, Adrian directly reached out, pulling the girl into his arms.

In an instant, he held warmth and softness in his embrace. Cecilia, suddenly caught in the man’s arms, instinctively wanted to avoid him. Yet, she couldn’t quite understand why she felt guilty, so she soon settled next to Adrian, softly pouting.

"You’re cold, but I’m not. Stop holding me, I’m getting hot, almost sweating."

"Is it a sign of sweating for your hair to stand on end?"

Adrian chuckled, poking Cecilia’s hand gently.

"..."

Is it her fault for being contradictory at heart?

Who would be genuinely warm in the middle of winter standing on the windowsill to feel the cold wind?

This isn’t some tropical climate!

...

Cecilia grumbled inwardly but didn’t find this shameful. She stared at Adrian sternly.

"Oh, come on, can you not pay attention to these trivial details? I can feel hot inside and still feel cold outside, can’t I?"

"???"

Adrian Law was speechless for a moment, finally smiling and nodding.

"Alright, whatever the wife says is right. If the wife says the sun will rise from the west tomorrow, I’ll believe it."

"You talk sweeter than you sing."

Cecilia poked the man’s arm.

"Whatever, let’s get back to discussing that lady who bought the same gown as me. Do you think she has any suspicion of murdering Chloe Alden? I really can’t figure out how I could have had any past grievances with a woman living far away in another country, someone whose life has never intersected with mine."

"Why are you focusing on her?"

Hearing Cecilia’s analysis, Adrian shook his head in disappointment.

"???"

Now it was Cecilia’s turn to be confused.

"You don’t think it’s her?"

"Remember the investigation results announced by the Zentaria police? That woman once wore the gown to an event, but it was stained by a clumsy waiter, so she discarded it immediately."

Cecilia felt a chill run down her spine.

"You mean, maybe the waiter had a grudge against me?"

"..."

"Cecilia, when you draw conclusions, one, don’t be so hasty, and two, have a broader perspective."

"If you’re so good, you do it, come on, let’s hear your analysis."

"That French lady indeed has no grudge against you. Their family doesn’t even have businesses in Veridia, and even luxury goods are sold in Veridia through purchasing agents. No matter how you look at it, they have no grudges against you, Chloe Alden, or Fiona Vaughn."

Cecilia nodded at his words.

"Go on."

"What’s interesting is, the person who invited her to that event had a very special identity."