She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 675: You Are My Life (1)

Elias Hawthorne did not continue with the previous topic; he handed the object in his hand to Raina North.

"What is this?" Raina North took it and was imdiately taken aback: "Isn’t this the invitation token for the triennial Martial Arts Conference?"

"Yes," Elias Hawthorne said coolly, "It’s for The Celestial Alliance."

Raina North was startled: "For The Celestial Alliance? Elias Hawthorne, you’re quite generous."

This Martial Arts Conference has been around for a long ti, almost as long as The Umbral Zone. It takes place every three years and invites the top forces and figures of The Umbral Zone.

It could be said that many rules in The Umbral Zone are established at this Martial Arts Conference and have been followed devoutly by the people there ever since.

This shows the importance of the Martial Arts Conference within The Umbral Zone.

Back when The Celestial Alliance was newly ford and on the rise, it wasn’t even qualified to participate in the Martial Arts Conference. Later, after she left The Celestial Alliance, it experienced internal division, and its strength rapidly declined, further disqualifying it.

Recently, Raina North had also been pondering this issue. She couldn’t stay in The Celestial Alliance indefinitely; she didn’t want to before, let alone now, with so many people and matters outside that she cared about. She was even more unwilling.

But she was also unwilling to let The Celestial Alliance, which she founded, disappear, so she thought about seeking an ally to watch over each other.

And the Martial Arts Conference was the best opportunity.

As long as they joined the Martial Arts Conference, other forces wouldn’t dare to act rashly against The Celestial Alliance. Even if sothing happened, there would be allies to help.

Only, this was too difficult.

Not to ntion The Celestial Alliance’s current strength, its arrogant and overbearing behavior wasn’t favored by others, and naturally, no super forces would be willing to vouch for it at the Martial Arts Conference.

Raina North had been racking her brain for such an opportunity, but she never expected that this invitation token would be presented before her now.

Elias Hawthorne said indifferently, "It’s for you; it’s nothing."

If it weren’t for the unique circumstances of The Dark Tower, he wouldn’t mind giving it to her as well, as long as Raina liked it.

Raina North shook her head helplessly: "Perhaps I should co less often."

Elias Hawthorne’s expression froze, and he asked imdiately: "Why should you co less often? Is it because of Claire Lowell?"

"No, it’s because of you," Raina North replied. "I’m really afraid your subordinates will see as a fem fatale, bewitching the ruler."

Elias Hawthorne raised an eyebrow: "What about a fem fatale? She can only make the ruler forsake his kingdom, while my Raina, can make forsake my life. Raina, you are my life."

Elias Hawthorne’s voice was low and slightly husky, and as it entered her ear, it felt like it had tiny hooks that she couldn’t escape from.

Under Raina North’s gaze, Elias Hawthorne’s eyes beca darker and more fervent, irresistibly inclining closer to Raina.

At that mont, the sound of footsteps rang out.

Raina North suddenly snapped back to reality, dodging to create distance between herself and Elias Hawthorne.

Just now, she must have been bewitched, almost about to kiss Elias Hawthorne intimately in the living room.

It should be noted, this was hardly her territory.

Elias Hawthorne couldn’t resist wanting to approach Raina North again, but she stopped him with a lethal glare.

Seeing Elias finally settle down, Raina raised her hand to adjust her hair, then turned her gaze to the person entering the living room.

It was an elder over sixty years old, his hair already white, but with excellent vitality, striding into the living room with Claire Lowell’s support.

Raina North understood, realizing that this elder was probably the help Claire brought in.

Elias Hawthorne stood up: "Uncle Coleman."

Upon hearing this address, Raina North imdiately realized the elder’s identity.