She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 805: A Slap with a Raise of the Hand (1)

Nightfall came.

The highly anticipated music concert was held in the largest hall. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

And this auditorium, which could originally accommodate thousands of people, had long been transformed; other than the central round stage, the rest of the seats had been dismantled and arranged into a banquet hall.

In the luxurious hall, lights blazed, and exquisite shadows danced, while elegant music filled the air.

As Claire Lowell said, those attending the concert were all notable figures.

They gathered in small groups, toasting and drinking, or sat around a table with close friends, engaged in lively conversation.

Finely dressed society ladies carried their wine glasses, gracefully strolling through the hall, while young gentlemen in expensive suits, like true gentlemen, carried cigarettes and chatted up the beauties.

The once solemn and austere hall had lost its grandeur, leaving only luxury and decadence.

When Raina North arrived, the parking lot outside was already filled with luxury cars. She got out of her car and handed the keys to the valet.

Raina came alone.

Elias Hawthorne had planned to pick her up, but just as he was about to set off, an unexpected event occurred at The Dark Tower, urgently needing Elias’s attention.

So, Raina arrived first.

She wasn’t some delicate, sheltered flower; a small banquet held no interest for her.

Besides, she was here to meet Elias, not to cause trouble—what could possibly happen?

However, Raina forgot something; in this world, staying out of trouble doesn’t mean trouble won’t find you.

After arriving at the hall, Raina didn’t engage anyone in conversation; dressed in women’s attire, she was not expected to know anyone present.

Fortunately, she had no intention of talking to them, so she grabbed some fruit and found a corner to sit down.

Just as she was about to eat, a familiar female voice sounded behind her.

"Oh, isn’t this the mistress of The Dark Tower? Why are you hiding in this corner? Didn’t the Shaw Family, who are hosting today’s concert, arrange a VIP seat for you?"

As soon as the mocking voice dropped, another voice chimed in: "Miss Lowell, you must be joking. What kind of concert is this? How could the Shaw Family arrange a VIP seat for an irrelevant person like her? Please, don’t say she’s the mistress of The Dark Tower. In everyone’s heart, only you, who comes from a prestigious family, are the true mistress of The Dark Tower. Others are like fireworks in the sky, dazzling for a moment, but leaving no trace once they burn out."

"Absolutely, absolutely right. How could a lowly waitress deserve to be compared to our noble and elegant Miss Lowell? No matter how expensive the dress is, it can’t cover the dirtiness of a woman who crawled up from the mud!

I can’t imagine how the people at the entrance handle things? Letting someone like her in is truly negligent! Someday I must have a talk with Miss Golding from the Shaw Family."

The discussions around grew louder, filled with cold sarcasm.

Raina leisurely ate her fruit, not even raising an eyebrow.

This level of bickering was child’s play; she disdained engaging with them, feeling it unworthy of her status.

After finishing the fruit on her plate, Raina stood up from her seat, intending to get a drink.

Raina said nothing, but Claire Lowell had no intention of letting her go. With a glance, one of the followers immediately stepped in front of Raina.