She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 839: Scared to Death (Part 1)

"I have t the Tower Lord."

The surrounding mbers of the Dark Tower imdiately bowed in unison, lowering their usually high-held heads.

The newly appointed White Tiger Lord hurried over, bowing deeply with respect, "Brian Reed of the Hall of the White Tiger greets the Tower Lord."

Elias Hawthorne’s gaze swept across, the sharpness of his black eyes exposed beyond the mask was like that of an eagle, as if he could see through people’s hearts.

Dante Drake whispered, "Tower Lord, everyone has been captured and is now held in the Hall of Penance."

"Let’s go have a look."

"Yes."

A group of people flocked around Elias Hawthorne, heading toward the Hall of Penance behind the garden.

In the pavilion in the garden.

Claire Lowell had initially wanted to rush over but seeing Elias Hawthorne’s solemn deanor, she could only suppress her urge to run over, understanding that as a virtuous wife, not disturbing her husband’s work was the basic expectation.

From afar, Claire watched, her eyes filled with infatuation.

Naless, this tall, handso, and exceptionally capable man, is truly the match for her.

After the figures of the group disappeared at the entrance, Claire finally let out a long breath and muttered to herself, "Father, thank you for choosing such an outstanding man as my husband. I will not let you down. I will be happy for a lifeti."

Then, she called Kai over, "Arrange for soone to stand guard, let know when the Tower Lord cos out."

Kai hesitated upon hearing the order, "Miss, given the Tower Lord’s temperant, he won’t be patient with your closeness."

"That’s because he has never seriously looked at and therefore doesn’t know my virtues, making him impatient. Once he truly knows , understands , he will naturally be filled with affection," Claire said confidently.

She also had reasons for such confidence.

Whether in appearance, talent, or family background, she stood at the top and was indeed a woman compatible with Naless.

Yesterday, returning ho, Claire suddenly realized one thing—that she was mistaken, gravely mistaken.

She shouldn’t always trouble that little slut; it only gives the little slut a chance to play the victim and gain Naless’s pity.

What she should do most is to better herself, let Naless see her, love her.

When a man is filled with thoughts of her, he becos her invincible armor, a warrior sweeping through all obstacles; not to ntion just one little slut, even countless sluts would be useless.

Kai was not as optimistic as Claire and couldn’t help but say, "Miss..."

"Alright, no more talking, go quickly and arrange it," Claire interrupted impatiently.

Kai, seeing Claire’s impatience, dared not say more and could only comply.

...

The Hall of Penance.

Elias Hawthorne sat at the head position, one hand supporting his chin, the other playing with a small mory card.

The atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly tense, with everyone seated drenched in sweat.

The White Tiger Lord was particularly jittery, his nerves extrely tense when reporting important matters.

"...Tower Lord, these are all the traitors to the Dark Tower and those secretly planning rebellion. Would you please indicate how they should be dealt with?"

Elias Hawthorne was just about to speak when a respectful greeting was heard at the door.

"I have t the Young Lady."

"I have t the Young Lady."

Soon, Claire Lowell, dressed in a vibrant red gown, both bright and charming, walked in from outside.

She carried a tray in her hands, on which were two plates of pastries and a cup of fragrant tea.

The ongoing discussion was interrupted, and Elias Hawthorne’s expression suddenly darkened.