CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: IS THE PRETTY BOY THE HELL KING HAWTHORNE? (2)

Claire North’s face flushed red, an expression of utter shame, yet the eyes she lowered sparkled with a malicious glint.

Isn’t it because of seizing shares and refusing to return them? Isn’t it because she relies on marrying into the Hawthorne Family and disregards her?

Alright, then she’ll drag Raina North down, grind her into the dust, crush her completely, and see how she can be arrogant in front of her!

I hope this time you can escape safe and sound like five years ago, dear sister!

Raina North chuckled, her eyes full of mockery: "Saying things so loudly in front of so many people, isn’t it just to make sure this news spreads far and wide?"

"Sister, how could you misunderstand me so?" Claire North showed a deeply pained look: "I’m doing this all to correct your actions. We’re real sisters, could I truly harm you?"

Raina North honestly couldn’t tolerate Claire North’s hypocrisy: "Evidence? You claim I’m keeping a gigolo, but you can’t convict me just with your words."

"Since sister refuses to repent, I have no choice." Claire North showed a helpless expression and took out a stack of photos from her handbag, handing them separately to Mrs. Hawthorne and Old Mrs. Hawthorne.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression froze.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne stared at the photos for a long time without speaking.

The reporters, anxious like ants on a hot pan, also fell silent, not daring to blink, fearful of missing this rare spectacle.

This time, Raina North is doomed.

Claire North felt satisfied inside, yet outwardly she wore a worried expression: "Old Mrs. Hawthorne, please calm your anger, don’t..."

"You claim these are photos of Raina North’s infidelity, keeping a gigolo?" Mrs. Hawthorne spoke first: "You didn’t take the wrong ones, did you."

"Of course not." She wasn’t foolish enough to make a mistake with something so important.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s brows furrowed, she was about to speak when a tender voice interrupted—

"Mommy!"

With a yell, a small figure charged forward like a cannonball, diving into Raina North’s embrace.

"Hmm." Raina North held her adorable son’s little face and gave him a strong kiss, her irritable and gloomy mood suddenly brightening.

Baby Hawthorne shyly nestled in Raina North’s arms, but the corners of his lips curved high.

Claire North looked as if she’d seen a ghost; wasn’t this, wasn’t this the brat she saw Raina North holding that day?

How could he be in the Hawthorne Family?

Watching Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s gentle and patient demeanor towards the brat, a bad premonition suddenly surged in her heart.

Just then, the maids outside greeted in unison: "Welcome home, young master."

Claire North stiffly turned her head.

She saw a tall figure step into the living room, bathed in dazzling sunlight, as if he had descended from heaven.

The young man, striding closer, appeared even more handsome than the brief glimpse in the mall, his stunning looks making it hard to look away.

Claire North stood dumbstruck, her face pale as though she had seen a ghost.

This man, how could the gigolo Raina North supposedly kept, be entering the Hawthorne Family?

No, that’s not right.

Claire North immediately denied it.

She recalled the maids at the door addressing this man as young master.

In the Hawthorne Family, only Elias Hawthorne, known as The Hell King Hawthorne, who proposed to her, could be called young master!