She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 1023: Three Kowtows

Jasper Hawthorne: "..."

Jasper was fuming. Normally, wouldn’t Raina, his sister-in-law, be consoling his wounded little heart?

Jasper’s accusatory gaze softened as soon as it met Raina’s eyes: "Well, Sister-in-law, Ms. Kensington has finished her three kowtows."

"Oh, it’s okay. She can do it a few more times if she’s got nothing else to do."

Upon hearing Raina’s words, the Third Elder immediately made arrangements.

Thud, thud, thud—

The sound of kowtowing was incessant. By the time the Third Elder let go of Susan Kensington, her forehead was a bloody mess.

Raina strolled over. Seeing the blood-covered face, her appearance was extremely hideous, and her gaze at Raina was filled with venom, as if she wanted to eat her alive.

Raina curled her lips into a smile, saying, "Ms. Kensington’s eyes are still so lively. It seems the kowtowing earlier wasn’t enough. No worries, there’s more to come."

"Enjoy your moment, Raina, it won’t be long before I make you kneel and beg for mercy in front of me," Susan whispered with bitter resentment, as if she was ready to devour Raina whole.

"Oh. That’s for the future. Today, it’s my call," Raina replied, adding, "I heard you want the Second Young Master to read something. Where’s the speech? Let me see it."

Susan ignored Raina, but the person in charge was spineless and quickly brought the script over, handing it to Raina with both hands.

Raina read quickly, skimming the content within a few breaths, and then let out a sneer, "Who wrote this speech? It’s a mess. Fortunately, it hasn’t been sent out yet, otherwise, people outside would be mocking The Hawthorne Group, saying we can’t even afford a proper ghostwriter."

The person in charge couldn’t help but smile apologetically at Raina’s words, "Young Madam, your insight is unparalleled. I always felt this speech wasn’t quite right."

Raina glanced at the person in charge, "You’re just like a weathervane, swaying whichever way the wind blows."

The person in charge chuckled awkwardly, not daring to speak.

"Luckily, I was prepared and had someone write a speech beforehand. Would you like to take a look?"

"If the Young Madam thinks it’s good, then it must be excellent," the person in charge respectfully took the script, and after reading it, quickly stated, "It’s good, exceptionally well-written."

The person in charge was genuinely truthful, as fabricated nonsense is always less credible than the truth.

Raina was very pleased, "If you think it’s good, then I’m at ease. Let’s begin then."

"What? Begin?"

"Yes." Raina calmly said, "Ms. Kensington is already kneeling in front of the shrine; it’s time to read out the charges, don’t you think?"

"I think the Young Madam is absolutely right," the person in charge quickly grabbed the speech, and to prevent Susan from destroying it, took a picture of it with a tablet.

Raina reminded once more, "The camera. Ms. Kensington was so thorough in her preparations; we shouldn’t let her good intentions go to waste."

The person in charge nodded, praised Raina’s thoroughness, and immediately had an assistant bring over the camera, personally holding the tablet, "Ms. Kensington, please read."

Susan closed her eyes, a contemptuous smile at the corner of her lips, her expression clearly showing her defiance, daring them to try anything.

Raina noticed and smiled, speaking slowly, "Ms. Kensington, I advise you to cooperate a little, or else the Third Young Master might be heartbroken."

Susan’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized and sneered, "Threatening me with Felix, you think I’m that stupid? Not arranging for someone’s protection..."

for my dear son’s safety.