She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 823: The Little Fairy Who Looks Just Like Her Mommy (Part 1)

The sharp blade licked her delicate neck skin, carrying a sharp pain, and as the skin was cut, crimson blood immediately flowed.

Claire Lowell was filled with fear inside and had no choice but to follow Casper North’s orders and move forward.

Casper North, seeing that Claire Lowell was somewhat cooperative, was satisfied. He raised his chin and scanned the room like a proud king: "Step aside, all of you, or else, in a moment of excitement, this Miss Lowell’s fair and long neck might just snap. When that happens, her family coming to settle scores will have nothing to do with me."

Indeed, the guests dared not approach, fearful of unintended consequences.

Master Sterling looked at Casper North with a face as calm as water, warning coldly: "Boy, if you’re smart, you’ll put Miss Lowell down. Otherwise, injuring her is something you can’t afford."

"What can’t I afford?" Casper North didn’t take Master Sterling’s threat seriously at all: "It’s as if you would let me go if I didn’t harm this Lowell Beauty."

"Little friend, you broke into the hall, and we didn’t hold anything against you. Instead, we allowed you to leave with your family," spoke Melody Golding.

She originally didn’t want to voice out, but sought to do a favor for Claire Lowell.

Although this woman wasn’t particularly smart, fortune favored her, having the Lowell Family and The Dark Tower backing her, giving her significant standing in The Umbral Zone.

Moreover, it wasn’t just The Umbral Zone; such great powers had industries worldwide, and being on good terms with them would greatly benefit her future development.

Especially, considering her current world ranking, while she could be dubbed a music maestro, she was still comparatively trailing behind. If not for her master’s reputation, these people wouldn’t treat her so deferentially.

Melody Golding was an ambitious woman and didn’t wish to always rely on her master R’s fame.

Casper North cast an annoyed glance at Melody Golding, "Master niece, you’re so ungrateful. I’m not talking to you."

Melody Golding’s brows knitted tightly, her face darkening. Did this little brat really think he was her esteemed young master? Does he even realize his pathetic, impoverished condition?

Melody Golding held her temper, "Little friend, I’m only advising you because of your young age. Otherwise, you’re courting a great disaster."

Casper North didn’t bother arguing with Melody Golding any further, squeezing his legs against Claire Lowell’s back, "Lowell Beauty, move, move, move."

The way he regarded her was akin to treating her as a human-shaped horse. She had never endured such humiliation since birth.

Furious, she bit her lip hard, tasting blood in her mouth, but with the knife at her neck, she dared not act rashly and could only carry Casper North toward the hall’s exit.

Casper North perked up at the sight of the exit but knew he couldn’t just walk out.

If he simply walked out, he feared he wouldn’t make it ten meters before being pinned down by these people.

Each of them held high positions and sway. Crushing these three helpless kids required less effort than squashing an ant.

Especially Baby Hawthorne—he was already lucky to still be alive.

"Wait a moment," Casper North yanked Claire Lowell’s hair to halt.

Claire Lowell’s scalp tightened from the pull, veins bulging on her forehead, her eyes seething. If she failed to kill this little brat, her life would be in vain!

Casper North didn’t notice Claire Lowell’s ferocity, and even if he did notice, he wouldn’t care. He turned to Master Sterling with an innocent smile, "Bald uncle, could you lend me a phone?"