She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 313: Men Who Spoil Their Wives Are the Strongest (Pa

Raina smiled.

Looking at Beau Shelby’s uncompromising deanor, she said word by word, "Impossible, I will never apologize to Claire North."

"Raina!"

"Beau Shelby!" Raina’s face turned cold: "My patience has limits." She unlocked the car door, "Get out."

"You..." Beau Shelby was incredulous, "You’re kicking out of the car?"

"What else? Keep you till New Year’s?" Raina was impatient, "Hurry up and get out, otherwise don’t bla for calling the police!"

Seeing Raina’s icy expression, Beau Shelby felt a sudden pang in his heart, as if he was about to lose sothing.

He frowned, suppressing this strange feeling, pushed open the car door, and got out. Before he could steady himself, the car shot off like an arrow.

...

Inside the apartnt.

Anya was on the phone with the third brother: "...Previously, the person you found at the teahouse was great, thank him for , it must have been hard for him."

The third brother laughed, "No need for thanks, we’re all family. By the way, I’ve already retrieved that one-million-dollar check, I’ll have soone send it over to you later."

"No need, keep the money for the brothers. Even family shouldn’t work hard for nothing, everyone needs to make a living."

The third brother knew Anya’s worth and didn’t stand on ceremony.

As soon as they ended the call, Anya received a text ssage.

It was from Raymond Thorne, inviting her to dinner that night.

Originally, she thought Raymond Thorne wouldn’t invite her so soon, or not at all, but unexpectedly he was so proactive.

Anya’s fingers caressed the phone screen; this was good, actually she was impatient with spending too much ti on these back-and-forth matters.

Whenever she thought of Quinn Thorne living so carefree, she almost couldn’t control the rage in her heart. The pain of a ruined family and a fire should not be hers alone to bear.

Just after replying to the text, the apartnt door was forcefully pushed open as Raina strode in.

Anya watched Raina’s agitated form, put away her phone, and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing."

Anya raised an eyebrow.

Raina had returned to normal: "I just think it’s not worth ntioning."

Anya imdiately understood, she looked at Raina: "Raina, you know, compared to your nonchalance, I fall far short."

Raina had vaguely guessed what Anya was up to; she didn’t judge, not having experienced another’s suffering, one shouldn’t counsel to be good.

She sincerely said, "Anya, as long as you’re happy, that’s fine."

Upon hearing this, Anya burst out laughing: "I’m very happy right now."

"That’s good."

...

Raina packed a few clothes for Casper and Shea, and as she was driving to the dical center, the internet was already buzzing.

Raina, who developed a new anti-cancer drug, is suspected of poisoning and murdering the Hawthorne Group’s young prince, who is currently missing and his life or death is unknown.

Once this news broke, it imdiately caused an uproar.

The frequently tagged police departnt also responded on their public account: This matter is under investigation.

Upon this statent, the matter erupted like a volcano.

In the hospital room.

Aidan Lynch looked at Elias Hawthorne managing various docunts and said, "President Hawthorne, the police departnt has called several tis asking about the situation. Should I really respond that I know nothing?"

"What else?" Elias Hawthorne placed the signed docunts aside, "Do you truly know the details of the matter?"

"No."

"So, is there a problem with you answering like that?"

Aidan Lynch: "..."

Alright, he understood.

It seed their President Hawthorne was going to pamper his wife; obviously, Raina wasn’t backing down, what could President Hawthorne do? He naturally had her back from behind, letting his beloved wife do as she pleased.