She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 841: You Are Not Worthy (1)

Claire Lowell was so frightened that she wet herself, leaving a large damp patch on her luxurious and vivid dress. Her face pale, she said, "No, Nameless, you can’t be so cruel to me. I just love you and want to be close to you. You can’t treat me like this!"

Claire’s voice grew increasingly harsh, her entire demeanor becoming hysterical, as if she were on the verge of madness.

The Master of The Hall of Penance, having accepted benefits from Claire, couldn’t bear it and couldn’t help but remind, "Miss Lowell, the Lord is dealing with a traitor."

As he spoke, he raised his head to signal Claire to look over.

Claire turned her head blankly and saw a man tied up like a zongzi kneeling on the ground nearby.

So, it was about this man, not her.

Claire immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had been given a second chance at life,

she knew Nameless wouldn’t be so cold and heartless to her.

Just as Claire was about to smile, she noticed the wet hem of her skirt. Dazed, she lowered her head, only to discover a warm puddle between her legs.

This seemed to be...

Realizing what it was, Claire felt on the verge of exploding.

"Ahhhhh!" Claire screamed, at that moment wishing she could find a hole to crawl into or simply explode on the spot.

Elias Hawthorne frowned, clearly displeased: "Too noisy. Continue in the meeting room."

With that, he stood up from his chair without sparing Claire a glance.

The others didn’t dare to dawdle and immediately followed.

Quinn Thorne lingered behind, glancing at the grim-faced Master of The Hall of Penance, and couldn’t help patting his shoulder: "As a subordinate, you must have sharp eyes and a clear mind to understand the boss’s thoughts and intentions. Anyone who stubbornly insists on doing things their own way is in for a bad end. Don’t you think?"

The Master of The Hall of Penance couldn’t help but nod, wiping cold sweat while promising: "I won’t do it again."

Just as Quinn was about to speak, Claire’s scream interrupted: "Lord of Vermilion, what do you mean by this? Are you mocking me? Don’t think I didn’t catch it!"

Quinn didn’t expect Claire still dared to retort at him, he finally turned to look at her and said calmly: "Even if you catch it, so what? Don’t you know I was originally warning you? Frankly, given how you have cared for Uncle Coleman all these years, do you think I would meddle without reason? Finally, let me remind you once more, don’t rely on that little bit of merit to do whatever you please, or, once the last bit of affection is exhausted, it will be too late for regrets, and that moment is fast approaching, understand?"

Claire thought of Elias’s cold and ruthless demeanor again, her heart trembled violently. But to give up like this was unacceptable to her, so she couldn’t help shouting: "Do you think I don’t want to settle down? If Nameless married me, I would naturally settle down, I would obediently be his wife, take care of him without causing him trouble. But he won’t, he even secretly married that woman and even had a child with her. What should I do? If I do nothing, wouldn’t I lose the love of my life forever? Do you know how painful, how unbearable that would be for me? Do you know?"

"Perhaps you will always be in pain, but at least you can live in wealth and wellbeing, which is far better than ending up having nothing. I’m not afraid to tell you, even if you risk everything, there’s absolutely no way you will marry the Lord. If you are smart, you should look at other men, so when you get married, you can still have a grand wedding, isn’t a wealthy and comfortable life good?"