She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 445: Proposing to Raina North (1)

Frances Lewis descended from the rooftop with Morgan Payne and entered her residence.

It was a duplex apartnt with a total area of about 300 square ters, and every decoration was crafted by renowned designers, low-key yet luxurious.

Morgan Payne couldn’t help but furrow his brows, showing dissatisfaction in his expression.

This high-end duplex apartnt, which ordinary people could never attain in a lifeti, could only be considered a humble abode for soone like Morgan, who had always associated with the elite in the field of traditional dicine.

Frances noticed it and imdiately said with trepidation, "Master, I’m sorry, it’s all because of my incompetence that you are inconvenienced."

"Enough, it’s not the ti to worry about such trivial matters. Is the al ready?"

"It’s ready, Master, please hold on for a mont."

Frances imdiately went into the kitchen, brought out the prepared food, and stood respectfully to assist in serving the dishes.

"This caterpillar fungus udon soup is well-cooked, the timing is perfect."

Hearing Morgan’s praise, Frances flushed with excitent, "Thank you for your praise, Master. I will work even harder in the future."

Morgan was quite pleased with Frances’s attitude and gestured to a chair, "You may sit down and eat too."

Frances quickly declined, saying she didn’t dare.

Morgan was a bit impatient, "I told you to sit down, so just sit down. Where did you pick up those unpleasant habits?"

Frances imdiately sat down and carefully ate the food in front of her.

After a few rounds of food, Morgan suddenly asked, "What’s going on with that father and son from The Hawthorne Family? Weren’t they supposedly not long for this world? How co they’re still alive and kicking?"

Frances’s heart skipped a beat. She imdiately put down her chopsticks and hurriedly said, "That’s correct. When I impersonated Void and infiltrated The Veridian Institute of dicine before, I not only saw his condition with my own eyes but also took his pulse and checked his situation. He was indeed poisoned, there’s no mistake about it. At that ti, Void indeed hadn’t conducted any examination or treatnt, just like all the other diocre doctors who were at a loss."

"Nonsense!" Morgan was suddenly furious, "If Void really were at a loss, Elias Hawthorne and his son would be having their funeral by now. How could they possibly still be alive! I suppose Void had already developed the antidote and detoxified them then!"

"That’s impossible!" Frances cried out, "That poison was painstakingly developed by you, Master, over three years. How could Void have solved it in just seven days!"

Morgan’s face suddenly darkened, "Frances Lewis, are you implying your Master is useless?"

"No, I absolutely don’t an that!"

Morgan threw the porcelain bowl at her in a furious rage, yelling, "I think that’s exactly what you an!"

Frances was hit on the head by the porcelain bowl, causing a bloody wound, but she dared not dodge. Instead, she knelt on the ground in fear, kowtowing, "Master, please calm your anger!"

"Calm what anger? With a useless disciple like you, how can I calm my anger!" Morgan’s face was flushed with rage.

Frances’s words reminded him of what Phoenix had said when she once refused him.

Besides saying that she, Phoenix, would marry no man who wasn’t better than her in this life, she had also said another thing.

Phoenix had said: Morgan, you are excellent and diligent, but in the field of dicine, diligence isn’t enough. Your ninety-nine percent effort can’t compare to my one percent talent.

Of course, even if your talent doesn’t surpass others, with your level of diligence, you could barely achieve sothing. But you are too extre. Not to ntion achieving greatness, you might end up not even being as good as a third-rate doctor.