She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 4: Staring at Me Won’t Make Me Take Responsibility

With a wave of his hand, he was about to take down this damned woman, but then realized he couldn’t move.

"Woman, what did you do to ?"

"Just a little trick," Raina North nudged against Elias Hawthorne like a cat, that cool feeling truly comfortable, "You’re really handso, mister."

Elias Hawthorne: "..." For so reason, his body felt a bit hot.

A dangerous aura filled the entire bedroom.

Raina was entirely unaware of the impending threat, only seeing how this man was drop-dead handso.

Long brows reaching into his hairline, a high nose bridge, just like... just like...

Yes, just like the grown-up version of that little rascal she saved during the day.

During daylight, Raina had already wondered what kind of enchanting existence the little rascal would beco when grown.

Didn’t expect such luck, the grown version of the rascal precisely hit her aesthetic point.

Especially this face, inexplicably gave Raina a familiar feeling.

Especially seeing his angry, stubborn look, like her little Zizi when he gets puffed up.

Pleasing to the eye!

Really too pleasing to the eye.

Raina couldn’t help but whistle, tilted his chin like a thug: "Stop staring, I won’t take responsibility even if you glare at ."

A chill instantly climbed onto Elias’s face: "Seems like you really aren’t afraid to die."

"I..." Raina opened her mouth, and the next second her body went limp, falling off the bed without a sound.

Elias flipped the quilt aside and got out of bed.

A tall and upright figure, straight and long legs, completely different from the sickly appearance on the wheelchair earlier.

"Co in," Elias said coldly.

Soon, a group of black-clad bodyguards ca in.

"President Hawthorne."

Elias swept with cold eyes: "You’re truly getting more useless."

The bodyguards hung their heads in sha, truly useless letting soone barge into the employer’s room under their noses.

The heavy low pressure spread indoors.

Until—

"An evil fire entered her body, this woman is hit," spoke a cold-tempered man with gold-rimd glasses.

Quinn Thorne, Vermilion Lord of the Dark Tower, also a doctor.

He ca in with these bodyguards, the only one who dared to check Raina’s condition under Elias’s raging fury.

Elias swept this woman coldly, if he didn’t know she was hit, he’d have knocked her out.

"What’s in her body is a bit strange, solving it might take so effort," Quinn said again.

"No need to bother, let her cool down in the pool, calm down her mind too."

With that, walked out without even glancing at Raina.

Didn’t forget to say as he left: "Throw away everything this woman touched."

Quinn glanced at Raina on the ground, eyes flashing slightly odd, but ultimately followed him out.

The two reached the living room, the butler poured them drinks.

Chilled wine entered their stomachs, finally suppressing that heat.

"Pulse is stable, just a bit overheated," Quinn withdrew his pulse-taking hand, "This ti your leg issue recovered quite fast, usually at least three days in a wheelchair after an attack, but this ti less than a day you can stand, was it the woman’s stimulation? Seems like Yin-Yang balance helps treatnt."

Clearly the big boss’s "genetic" illness is gradually recovering.

Quinn hadn’t finished talking before receiving a death glare from the big boss.

Quinn pursed his lips, imdiately stowing away the teasing, his gaze landed on his leg: "Not pretending anymore? That side allows handicapped you to fend for yourself, but would never watch you recover, becoming their threat."

Elias’s lip corner curved sharply: "This ti, fear it’s not up to them."

Atmosphere suddenly stagnated, even faintly emitting a killing intent.

But only for a mont before returning to normal.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Little Yeye’s condition is a bit off," Quinn said.

Involving his son, Elias instantly beca cautious: "What’s going on?"

"Don’t be anxious, your little rascal is fine; to be accurate, very good," Quinn said.

Elias squinted: "Very good?"

Quinn nodded: "Yes, rash faded, fever subsided, already back to normal condition. I think you’ve realized Little Yeye’s unique physique, shouldn’t use random dication, before The Crimson Blade Hall for control injected dication, causing Little Yeye drug allergy.

You all know Little Yeye’s allergy is dangerous, I feared illness might linger tonight, but when I checked just now, Little Yeye’s body only sowhat weak, fever abated, so I suspect soone dealt with it and quite skilled.

dical skills so good I can’t even tell their level, probably only Ghost Doctor Nowhere."

"You suspect the woman Yeye brought back is connected to Ghost Doctor Nowhere?" Elias imdiately caught the key point.

"Rumored Ghost Doctor has three thousand pupils, this woman might be one."

And within they always comnted on that Ghost Doctor as top-notch in dical skills, low-class in character.

Calling students, actually just tools for room service.

Suddenly, Elias’s mind flashed that handso rebellious face, face instantly darkened.

"We’ve sought Ghost Doctor’s trace through the dical Association these years, perhaps this woman can help us. Plus, I think she’s quite interested in you, boss, at critical monts if you’re willing to sacrifice yourself, maybe effective striking twice."

Elias glared sharply.

Quinn was acting like he wasn’t afraid to die: "Stop glaring, I won’t take responsibility even if you glare."

Elias: "...You can say if you want to die."

"The world is so big, I still want to see it, temporarily not considering death, but..." Quinn changed his face, "Little guy’s condition is getting worse."

Elias: "...I’ve already had soone investigate that woman’s identity."

Early next morning

Atmosphere exceedingly heavy inside the presidential suite on the top floor.

From the Four Lords of the Dark Tower to the cleaning staff, everyone kept their heads lowered, carefully watching the man seated on the sofa.

The man’s long legs were crossed, the tailored shirt and suit outlined his mature man’s broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs.

Just sitting quietly like that, as if a king high above in a castle.

Elias Hawthorne’s face as usual was expressionless, like the eternal icefield of the Arctic, the chill radiating from him could directly replace the central air conditioning of the entire hotel.

A casual glance swept over, causing everyone to tremble inside the hall.

Reason none other than the woman their president ordered to strictly guard had ran away recently.

"Master, our investigation confird, that woman is just a hotel temp worker, no issues with her identity."

This was previously reported by Dante Drake, but this no-issue woman unexpectedly slipped away under their eyes, Dante couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed.

Previously lost track of The Rakshasa, the world’s top-ranked agent, could still be excused a bit, but from his report, that woman nad Raina North was rely an ordinary exchange student.

Anything special might be she was also from Southgate.

Just when the scene stagnated, Uncle Coleman ran over sweating profusely.

"Young master, it’s bad, little master is searching for that woman after waking up, upon learning she’s gone, throwing a tantrum, wanting to run outside, we can’t stop him."