She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 840: Scared to Death (2)
Quinn Thorne observed Elias Hawthorne’s reaction and immediately frowned, reprimanding, "What is going on here? Can our Dark Tower not afford maidservants anymore? How can we let The Eldest Miss Lowell do such work of serving tea and water?"
The Master of The Hall of Penance immediately stepped forward, sweating profusely while repeatedly apologizing. He regretted his decision, thinking that allowing Miss Lowell to bring tea to the Lord was a harmless act, never expecting such a strong reaction from Lord of Vermilion.
He knew that Lord of Vermilion was not only the Lord’s confidant but also his brother; it could be said that Lord of Vermilion’s attitude represented the Lord’s will.
The Lord was clearly very displeased with this matter.
Claire Lowell seemed unaware of Elias Hawthorne’s displeasure. She walked over gracefully with a tray, smiling gently as she said, "I heard many things have happened recently in the Dark Tower, and the Lord has been exhausting himself, very hardworking. Meanwhile, under the Lord’s protection, I have lived a life of prosperity and joy, feeling guilty in my heart, so I couldn’t help but want to do something for the Lord. Lord of Vermilion, please understand my grateful intentions."
Quinn Thorne couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, truly surprised that a lady like Claire Lowell could say something so considerate.
But her ulterior motive was still undisguised.
Quinn Thorne still wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Claire Lowell had already walked past him with the tray.
Claire Lowell placed the tray on the table beside Elias Hawthorne, her gaze full of emotion as she lingered on him, wanting to speak but refraining, filled with affection.
Elias Hawthorne did not even glance at Claire Lowell. His gaze stayed on the Master of The Hall of Penance as he said calmly, "If there are impure intentions, then take the person to The Hall of Penance and deal with it according to the rules. Do you need me to teach you even these things?"
The Master of The Hall of Penance felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, cold sweat soaking his clothes, and he quickly lowered his head to comply.
He immediately turned to deal with it, but as he turned, Elias Hawthorne called him back.
"And him too. Now take him to The Hall of Penance."
Claire Lowell’s wrist trembled, and water from the teacup spilled immediately, soaking her hand.
Her hand shrank back slightly, sharp pain spreading instantly.
But at this moment, she couldn’t care less about the sharp pain. She widened her eyes, looking at Elias Hawthorne in disbelief, "You... you can’t do this, I just wanted to take care of you, Nameless, how can you send me to The Hall of Penance!"
Claire Lowell’s voice involuntarily rose higher, "I am the daughter of the old Lord, the only legitimate heir of The Lowell Family. If you lock me up, how will you explain it to everyone? Aren’t you afraid people will accuse you of being ungrateful?"
Elias Hawthorne still didn’t look at her, speaking indifferently, "If he can’t learn the word ’duty’ in any case, then I’ll help him learn. After locking him in The Hall of Penance, there’s no rush for punishment; let him watch others being punished daily first. If, after the round, he still doesn’t know how to be obedient, then don’t be too polite. Frankly, I’m actually curious about how strong his will might be."
Claire Lowell was terrified, her face pale, her whole body trembling.
Elias Hawthorne continued, "Of course, if he insists on not repenting, there’s no need for politeness. After he dies, find a random place to bury him, no need to report back."
The cold demeanor seemed as though he wasn’t discussing a living human being but pigs or dogs.
No, he wasn’t this cruel even to pigs or dogs.
