My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 52: The Scheme is Exposed

Elder Coleman looked at Celia Sterling, a little surprised. "Miss Sterling."

Celia was even more surprised. "Elder Coleman, you know me?"

Elder Coleman simply smiled without answering.

During the hours-long meeting, he had been seated between Kian Sterling and Silas Norwood, two titans of the Capital Circle’s financial world. The meeting was tedious and long. During the first half, both men beside him were distracted. He couldn’t help but notice on several occasions that Chairman Sterling was casually scrolling through a girl’s social media feed, while Silas Norwood was engrossed in his photo album. The screens of both their phones showed photos of the same dazzling, proud-looking girl.

In the second half, they were still occasionally distracted, but their focus had switched—Chairman Sterling was now scrolling through his photo album, and Chairman Norwood was scrolling through the social media feed. The object of their attention remained unchanged: that same girl.

Though Elder Coleman considered himself above worldly affairs, he couldn’t help but take note. After the meeting, he saw the girl from the photos walk toward Kian Sterling, and later disappear onto the terrace where Silas Norwood was. He didn’t even have to ask around to learn the girl’s identity from the envious chatter of others.

’Judging by her features, she’s a girl blessed with immense fortune, and a perfect match for that famous, untouchable flower of the Capital Circle,’ he thought. ’It all makes sense now. This Miss Sterling must be Chairman Norwood’s ’match made in heaven.’’

He reached out and took the two exquisite notecards that Celia Sterling handed him.

"Are you asking for a reading for yourself, Miss Sterling?"

Celia cleared her throat discreetly. "No, it’s for a friend of mine. These are the birth charts for my friend and her fiancé. Master, could you see if they’re compatible?"

Elder Coleman first picked up Silas Norwood’s chart and looked at it, his expression shifting slightly. "An exceedingly noble birth chart. I’ve rarely seen one like it in my life."

He then looked at the next one, and his brow furrowed as he paused.

Seeing his prolonged silence, Celia couldn’t help but ask, "Elder Coleman, please speak freely."

Elder Coleman returned the birth charts, his expression unreadable. "You have quite a sense of humor, Miss Sterling."

Celia’s heart sank a little. "What do you mean, Elder Coleman? Are these two charts incompatible?"

Elder Coleman was unwilling to elaborate. "Why ask what you already know, Miss Sterling? The owners of these two birth charts could never possibly be together. Please take them back. If you are sincerely seeking a reading for a marriage, please provide legitimate birth charts."

The phrase ’The owners of these two birth charts could never possibly be together’ echoed in Celia’s mind. She couldn’t register anything he said after that.

Quinn Sinclair noticed her expression was off and took her hand. "These readings are just for fun, you know. They aren’t always accurate. If it’s not fun, let’s not do it. Come on, I’ll take you to find something else to do."

Celia let Quinn pull her away.

The two birth charts were left behind. Someone reached for them, muttering curiously, "What’s this ’friend of mine’ business? Don’t tell me this is Celia Sterling’s own birth chart."

Elder Coleman snatched up the charts first and said gravely, "It is not Miss Sterling’s birth chart."

In the decadent, glittering ballroom, many people were already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Liquid courage.

Many of the socialites, feeling particularly brazen, began shamelessly using the thrill from the alcohol to type out erotic fanfiction on their phones, right under the nose of the man himself, Kian Sterling. Those who couldn’t write simply joined the ranks of the readers.

Celia’s spirits remained low for the rest of the evening.

Quinn Sinclair found a secluded spot and sent her the new Chapter of *Moonlight*. "It’s all freshly written today by that gang of hooligans. Maybe seeing the real person was too much of a shock, but they wrote it so passionately, it’s absolutely soul-stealing."

Celia listlessly opened the *Moonlight* document. Beside her, Quinn had already eagerly opened a document titled *Cinnabar Mole* and was completely absorbed within two seconds.

Across the room, among the elite social circles, Kian Sterling finally tired of socializing. He slipped away and leaned against the bar, grabbing a glass of orange juice to sober up.

"Chairman Sterling." Someone approached him.

Kian was slightly taken aback. "Elder Coleman?"

Elder Coleman handed him two notecards. "Miss Sterling left these with me."

Kian reached out, took them, and glanced at them. His tone was casual. "She asked you for a birth chart reading?"

"Perhaps she wanted to test if I was a charlatan," Elder Coleman said, his tone heavy with meaning. "She even used the birth chart of a deceased person."

Kian’s expression didn’t change. He clenched the notecards tightly in his palm and met Elder Coleman’s gaze calmly. "My little sister is mischievous and thin-skinned. Regarding this matter, I’d ask that Elder Coleman..."

He didn’t finish, but Elder Coleman understood perfectly. He promised in a low voice, "Rest assured, Chairman Sterling. Mr. Coleman is not one to gossip."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before politely parting ways.

Kian’s gaze swept across the room, quickly locking onto Celia’s location. She and Quinn were sitting on the steps in front of a flower trellis, each glued to a phone, completely engrossed.

Slipping the notecards into his trouser pocket, Kian walked straight over. He stopped about a meter away from them, his eyes glancing at Celia’s phone screen, which was in reading mode. His deep, magnetic voice sounded out:

"Cece, what are you doing?"

Celia might see her own brother through rose-colored glasses, but Quinn Sinclair certainly didn’t.

For years, Kian Sterling had been an overbearing, domineering, autocratic, and ruthless figure in Quinn’s mind. She had heard countless stories of his financial world exploits from business journals and her own brothers—he was decisive, ruthless, cold-blooded, and merciless. And now, here she was, caught red-handed reading smut about the man himself. Already feeling guilty and compounded by her innate fear of Kian, she jumped, and her phone flew from her hands, landing right at his feet.

Quinn’s face turned shades of red and white. She froze on the spot, her brain short-circuiting, unable to utter a single word.

Celia’s voice was also unsteady. "Brother."

At first, Kian didn’t think anything of it. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But seeing his own sister’s reaction, he started to think something of it.

He bent down, his long, fair fingers slowly picking up the phone at his feet. The screen was still on a document page. He lowered his gaze, glanced at it, and froze.

Quinn and Celia didn’t dare to breathe.

With a cold expression, Kian said nothing more as he used his thumb to scroll through several pages on the screen. There were descriptions of several passionate scenes—not to mention how explicit they were. To heighten the sense of immersion, the socialites hadn’t even changed the male protagonist’s name, putting the two words ’Kian Sterling’ on full display.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Kian’s sharp gaze landed on Quinn. The intimidating pressure he exuded made the very air feel suffocating. His deep, cold voice finally broke the silence. "Name?"

Quinn’s mouth was dry with nervousness, but she had no choice but to yield to his intense pressure. "Cin-Cinnabar Mole and His Twe-Twenty-Eight Secret Lovers."

Kian’s brow twitched, his eyes sharp. "I wasn’t asking for the title."

Quinn flinched. "Q-Quinn Sinclair."

Kian’s patience ran out. "The name of the person who wrote this."

Quinn clamped her mouth shut. The *Cinnabar Mole* erotic fanfiction group was too large. Besides the dozens who wrote it, hundreds more were involved as readers. The whole enormous group was like a hornet’s nest—whoever poked it was done for.

She turned her gaze to Celia, her face pleading for help.

Kian’s gaze shifted to Celia. "You read it too?"

Celia shook her head violently. "I didn’t read about you, Brother."

"Still not admitting it?" Kian glanced at the document page she hadn’t had time to exit on her phone. His eyes darkened, and his tone grew heavier. "Celia Sterling, I’m your brother. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!"

Celia’s face was beet red. How could she possibly dare to read smut about her own brother? "I... I didn’t..."

Behind them, footsteps approached. Silas Norwood’s gentle voice sounded out, tinged with a hint of displeasure. "Kian Sterling, why are you being so harsh with her?"