She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 801: Are You Trying to Fool Me? (Part 1)

A surge of sweetness flashed through Raina North’s heart, but her chin was raised, like a proud queen: "Sweet talk. Do you think you can deceive me like this?"

"How about this then?" Elias Hawthorne tilted Raina North’s chin and kissed her deeply.

The night was still long, burning with intensity.

...

The Dark Tower’s sanatorium.

Claire Lowell stepped out of the elevator with her handbag.

As soon as she exited, she saw Butler Fulham holding a thermos of soup.

Claire Lowell’s eyes lit up when she saw him: "Butler Fulham."

Hearing the voice, Butler Fulham instinctively turned around, and upon seeing who it was, his face changed, and he quickly averted his gaze and walked away briskly.

Seeing this, Claire Lowell was momentarily stunned and immediately hurried to catch up with him, intercepting him at the corner.

She panted slightly, clearly displeased: "Butler Fulham, what’s the matter with you? Why did you dodge me when you saw me? I kept calling you, but the more I called, the faster you walked."

Butler Fulham hadn’t expected Claire Lowell to catch up so quickly and hastily replied, "No, why would I hide from Miss Lowell?"

"Butler Fulham, you’ve got some nerve to deceive me. And with my voice so loud, the whole Umbral Zone could hear it, yet you say you didn’t hear me—is your hearing impaired?"

Butler Fulham laughed nervously: "Miss Lowell, what are you saying? No matter how bold I am, I’d never dare lie to you. I truly didn’t see you, nor did I hear you calling me."

"If you dare utter one more falsehood, I’ll have the surveillance footage checked. If it proves you’re lying, don’t blame me for being harsh! Butler Fulham, we’ve known each other for years, you’re aware of my temper."

Butler Fulham naturally understood, and immediately bowed deeply: "Please forgive me, Miss Lowell."

Forgive?

In Claire Lowell’s heart, there was no such word as forgiveness, especially not for such disregard—this was a contempt for her dignity.

But now was not the time to dwell on this; she asked, "Where’s Uncle? Is he in the room? I want to see him."

Saying this, she walked inside as if it were only natural.

Butler Fulham was startled and quickly stopped her: "Miss Lowell! Miss Lowell! Please halt, sir is not at the sanatorium today."

"It doesn’t matter if he’s not here; I’ll wait for Uncle in the room, it’s still early anyway."

"Miss Lowell, please wait, sir’s health has been very poor lately. He’s already resting. The doctor said that no matter how urgent, it must wait until he wakes up."

Hearing this, Claire Lowell was instantly furious, and she unceremoniously hurled her handbag at Butler Fulham, shouting, "How outrageous! Since when does a mere butler dare to use nonsense to fool me? Do you really take me for a fool?"

"No, I wouldn’t dare."

"You wouldn’t dare?" Claire Lowell sneered: "First you ignore me, then you deceive me. I said I wanted to see Uncle, and you say one moment he’s not in, the next moment he’s resting. Your statements are contradictory, clearly trying to deceive me. Tell me, have you got some malicious intent, planning to control my Uncle!"

"No, no." Butler Fulham hurriedly turned his head: "Miss Lowell, you misunderstand, I really don’t have the courage!"

"No courage? Ha! Do you think I’d believe you?" Claire Lowell grabbed Butler Fulham’s hand: "Come! You and I are going to The Hall of Penance, I will ensure they thoroughly investigate your background! The Dark Tower absolutely does not keep those who bite the hand that feeds them!"

"Miss Lowell! Please wait, the matter isn’t what you think it is." Butler Fulham refused to go.

How many have walked out intact after being taken to The Hall of Penance?