She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 1031: Even a Dog Doesn’t Change Faces This Fast

Jasper Hawthorne read it three more tis, and each ti he read it, he let out a happy pig squeal.

Raina North couldn’t hold it in any longer. She walked over and tapped Jasper Hawthorne on the head: "Hey, that’s enough already. Watching it this many tis, aren’t you tired of it?"

"It’s alright. It doesn’t really tire my eyes."

Compared to his older brother’s brilliance and natural talent, he was far behind. Plus, he had lived under his brother’s wings all these years. Suddenly losing that protection this ti, he was truly overwheld and pressured every mont.

The reason he didn’t collapse or run away was because he knew there were people behind him he had to protect.

Now, it’s all good. He finally made it through. He finally can be a happy salted fish again.

Jasper Hawthorne couldn’t help but internally praise his brother for marrying a good wife.

Jasper Hawthorne was excited for a while, then regretfully said, "There’s just a bit of regret; it’s a pity I can’t go see the continuation of this loving couple on-site."

Raina North chuckled: "What’s there to regret about? Even if you can’t see it in person, you can still eat popcorn from the front row."

Jasper Hawthorne couldn’t help but ask, "Sister-in-law, are you saying..."

"What I an is, everyone has already seen the beginning, to not let them see the continuation would be too heartless."

Jasper Hawthorne imdiately understood, eagerly brought over the computer, looking at her expectantly.

Raina North didn’t refuse, took the laptop, fingers flying on the keys, quickly logged onto another streaming platform.

A few seconds later, the scene changed, and in the video, there was Vincent Hawthorne.

At this mont, Vincent Hawthorne didn’t know yet he had been fild again.

After the inauguration ceremony ended abruptly, the guests also made excuses to leave.

Vincent Hawthorne was well aware of why, but he couldn’t say it, not even a word.

After sending the people off with his assistant, Vincent Hawthorne’s face suddenly darkened, striding towards the lounge in a furious blaze.

Bam!

He kicked the door open.

In the room, Susan Kensington was adjusting her clothes, seeing Vincent Hawthorne standing at the door, was both shocked and surprised: "Honey, why are you back again?"

"Bitch!" Vincent Hawthorne shouted angrily, unhesitatingly raised his hand and slapped.

Slap —

The man’s strength was already large, and this ti Vincent Hawthorne held nothing back, Susan Kensington was thrown to the ground by the impact and took a mont to recover.

Susan Kensington clutched her burning, aching face, her mouth full of the taste of fresh blood, incredulously looking at Vincent Hawthorne, she couldn’t help but shout: "What are you doing! Vincent Hawthorne, why are you hitting !"

"Why am I hitting you? Don’t you have any idea?" Thinking of his wife on another man’s lap, with that seductive and beautiful appearance, Vincent Hawthorne’s anger kept soaring: "Slut! How dare you!"

Every ti Vincent Hawthorne thought about how not long ago, he let this woman cling to his arm, flaunting their love everywhere, his face burned, feeling like he had lost face for eight generations of ancestors.

Susan Kensington was also very angry, just now Vincent Hawthorne was being affectionate with her, and in a blink, he slapped her, even a dog wouldn’t change its face so quickly.

They’d been married for so many years, she could comply with him, praise him, but she absolutely couldn’t let Vincent Hawthorne completely tread her underfoot!

She’s his wife, not a servant.