Chapter 673: I Can't Stalk Her

That night, Fiona Vaughn simply gritted her teeth and, despite being nearly six months pregnant, showed up directly at a red carpet event in the entertainment industry.

She hadn’t originally planned on coming, but since Cecilia happened to get caught up in this scandal, she’d seriously be letting herself down if she didn’t use this chance to step on Cecilia a few times after all the shit she’d eaten from her over the years.

Fiona’s heart was already boiling with hatred, but for the sake of her own image, she still called in a professional makeup artist to give her a subtle, clever look.

When Fiona walked off the red carpet, every media outlet on site was floored—almost doubting their own eyes.

After all, just a short while ago, Fiona had posted on Weibo saying she’d be pausing public events because of her pregnancy and the need for rest.

But everyone with half a brain could tell, it probably wasn’t just the pregnancy—more likely, she’d already been thrown out into the cold by Tyson Law, her filthy rich husband. And after that whole scandal with Chloe Alden’s uncle, even if nothing was proven in the end, barely anyone in the business dared to openly support her anymore.

If Fiona didn’t have this baby in her belly, maybe some big shots would still be interested in playing with a young body like hers for a couple of rounds. But she’s pregnant, and the father of her child comes with a family background that’s the stuff of nightmares—so everyone just quietly stepped back.

For Fiona, every step forward was a cliff, and every step back was a dead end. All she could do was pretend life was peachy on Weibo, faking a peaceful and content image.

And now—Fiona chose to make a public comeback?

Was it because she still cared about her career, or is there more to this…

Thinking about the scandal that broke about Cecilia just half an hour ago, all the media instantly turned into a pack of cats who’d just smelled fish—one after another, they surged forward like crazy.

Of course, worrying about Fiona’s pregnancy, the crowd still sensibly gave her about half a meter of space.

—Let’s be real, as much as gossip is worth, and even if Tyson Law loathes his wife now, as long as Fiona isn’t kicked out of the Law Family, it’s clear just how much they care about the “gem” in her stained womb.

Back then, status was won by giving birth to a son; honestly, modern generations aren’t avoiding that old cage either.

Haven’t you seen, in so many high-society dramas, how those young and pretty mistresses only squeeze out the main wife by secretly poking holes in condoms and getting pregnant with the guy’s baby?

Without a kid as leverage, you can forget about entering the family at all.

Modern men are just as shrewd—they want the wife at home flying the flag, with a few mistresses’ “banners waving outdoors.” It’s meant as a joke, but it’s the ugly truth of society today.

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“Miss Fiona, can you tell us why you suddenly decided to attend this red carpet event?”

“Miss Fiona, you said your period drama, originally set to air next spring, was canceled because of content restrictions—do you feel upset about that?”

“Miss Fiona, is your attendance today because your half-sister Cecilia just had a public incident? What are you trying to express by being here?”

Honestly, none of these questions were even at maximum spice level yet.

Some entertainment reporters have no bottom line at all—this is the era of the Internet, eyeball-grabbing is king.

No clicks, no paycheck—it’s that simple.

Netizens love drama, so can you really blame these reporters for being even craftier than monkeys?

…

Fiona, in fragile and pure white, with her belly obviously showing now, stood with her hands demurely down. Then, tenderly, she placed her slim palm on her baby bump with all the affection in the world.

You had to admit, Fiona was born with a killer face; maybe it was the pregnancy, but her skin looked even more luminous than before. That look of doting tenderness on her face now—she was basically what people imagine a fairy looks like in legends.

“Of course I’m devastated that my period drama’s been put on hold… But, I believe the production team will eventually submit a great sample and pass the broadcasting review someday.”

Answering her own question, Fiona then pretended to look shocked, covering her mouth and glancing toward the reporter who’d just mentioned Cecilia.

“What are you talking about? Something happened to my sister? How come I have no idea?”

To be honest, Fiona had thought about paying off a few reporters to create some hype for herself.

But then again, that was just too easy for people to criticize.

And unless she paid in cash, there was no way to avoid scrutiny.

Right now, she didn’t even have many loyal friends around, and her credit cards were more maxed out than ever. With a big pregnant belly, she was hardly about to step out in person—so she simply left the reporters to ask whatever they wanted.

No way was she thinking no one would take the bait.

Sure enough, a sharp-eyed reporter immediately sensed her hidden undertones.

In this era where everyone scrolls Weibo, and for a star like Fiona who lives for her public image, how could she not have heard about Cecilia’s scandal?

Even if she didn’t check online, everyone believed her friends and secretaries would be gossiping to Fiona about Cecilia’s downfall anyway.

“Miss Fiona, you really have no idea what happened to your sister? Or are you saying you two are so estranged now that you don’t care about your own sister one bit?”

What the hell kind of way is this to ask a question?

Who on Weibo doesn’t know all about her drama with Cecilia?

Fiona was pissed, but she couldn’t show it.

She smiled even more generously, even more perfectly.

“No, of course not! But my sister’s an adult now—I can’t just follow her around everywhere!”

One reporter, trying to be helpful, had already found a live broadcast clip of Cecilia stealing and showed it to Fiona.

“Miss Fiona, here, take a look. This is your sister’s scandal in action. You grew up together—so you know her character. What do you have to say about your sister stealing from someone?”

Fiona, acting totally clueless, first frowned, then watched the clip with a grave expression.

“Oh my God! How could this happen?”

She covered her delicate lips with a hand, tears trickling down her face.

“I… I really don’t know why my sister would do this… Is this clip even real? Wuwuwu… Could it be that when she was in prison, some of those thieves and scammers rubbed off on her?”

As soon as Fiona said that, every reporter at the scene nearly cracked up on the spot.

She’d only been gone a short while, but Fiona’s wordplay was clearly on a whole new level!

See? Not a single word actually declared Cecilia guilty of theft, but every phrase stabbed straight at the heart—putting all the blame squarely on Cecilia being led astray in prison!