She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 802: Are You Lying to Me? (2)

Claire Lowell, however, refused to let go, forcibly dragging Butler Fulham to the outside.

The commotion on this side attracted others over as well. They all knew Claire and were aware of her prowess, so they dared not stop her by force; they could only coax her and urge her gently from the sidelines. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Yet, this only served to further inflame Claire’s anger, having no other effect.

As the hallway buzzed with noise, a weary voice suddenly rang out: "Alright, Clara, stop making a fuss."

Upon hearing the voice, Claire looked over to see Ragnar Raines wheeling himself out of a room. She immediately released Butler Fulham, walked over swiftly, and complained, "Uncle, you finally came out. You don’t know how horrible Butler Fulham has been; he actually deceived me, and all these people just stood by and watched. It’s truly outrageous, not a single good person among them. You absolutely must not be soft-hearted and let them off! Otherwise, they’ll surely try to climb all over us..."

"Alright, Clara, I know all about it." Ragnar Raines interrupted Claire’s long narrative with a gentle voice, "Come inside, let’s speak further inside."

Claire followed Ragnar Raines into the infirmary.

Butler Fulham also followed them in. He hurriedly poured the nourishing soup he was holding into a porcelain bowl and brought it to Ragnar Raines’ side.

Seeing this, Claire quickly stopped him: "Uncle, before we clear things up with Butler Fulham, you better not eat anything he brings. What if he poisoned it?"

Butler Fulham’s face turned pale at once, and he said fearfully, "Miss Lowell, these words are not to be spoken lightly."

The Dark Tower was once very strict with traitors, and he feared that he would be finished if this spread out.

Ragnar Raines also said, "Clara, you mustn’t speak nonsense. Butler Fulham has been loyal to me. It was I who instructed him to stop you earlier."

Claire was taken aback: "Why? Uncle, why did you have Butler Fulham stop me? You don’t want to see me anymore?"

As she spoke, Claire’s expression suddenly became very aggrieved.

"How could I not want to see you? I just didn’t know how to face you. Sigh..." Ragnar Raines sighed and said, "I know you came today because of the marriage with Nameless, right?"

Claire’s expression immediately turned shy and she said, "Not entirely, I also haven’t seen you for several days, and I’ve been worried."

"You are thoughtful, I know you’re filial." Ragnar Raines said, "Clara, if you truly are filial, then heed your uncle’s advice and give up on Nameless. In The Dark Tower, there are plenty of fine young men for you to choose from. Let your uncle arrange a marriage for you, ensuring a lifetime of harmony and happiness."

Claire was immediately stunned, incredulous as she said, "Didn’t you previously say that you’d watch me marry Nameless and become the lady of the tower? How did your mind change in just those few days? Uncle, you can’t deceive me."

As she continued speaking, her voice became choked with sobs.

"I did say that, indeed. However, at that time, I hadn’t yet met the current Nameless. He’s different from before."

He recalled the day he had just entered into a collaboration with the First Elder of The Celestial Alliance, returning triumphantly, only to find Nameless sitting in the living room.

He was about to exchange a few polite words when Nameless threw a stack of documents in front of him.

He picked them up and flipped through, realizing they contained all the things he had done in the shadows over the years, without the slightest omission.

Ragnar Raines’ first instinct was to deny it, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted.

"Whatever you want to say, I already know. You can speak, or you can choose not to admit it, as long as you believe you can deceive me." Elias Hawthorne’s expression was very indifferent: "But there’s one thing, I must remind Elder Ragnar Raines—everything you fabricate must be flawlessly perfect, without any gaps, otherwise, if I catch you slipping, I will not spare you lightly."