CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143: ISN’T THE YOUNG MADAM’S THRONE TEMPTING? (PART 1)

Back in the day, that’s how she snatched Beau Shelby from Raina North’s grasp. Who would have thought Elias Hawthorne would remain so indifferent.

"Mommy, what do we do next? If we keep waiting, I’m afraid I’ll have to watch helplessly as Raina North shines brightly in Southgate, basking in all the respect using Elias Hawthorne’s identity."

"You’re right, we really can’t wait any longer. Here’s the plan, I’ll invite her to The North Family’s home, and by then, we’ll make sure she falls from grace."

"Will she come?"

"She will. Even if we try to stop her, she will definitely come back for your grandfather’s seventieth birthday. Claire, you just need to endure for three more days. In three days, Raina North will never be a threat to you again!"

Before the ceremony was even over, Raina North prepared to slip away, only to be stopped by Aidan Lynch as soon as she stepped out the door.

"Madam, President Hawthorne asked me to wait for you to go home together."

Raina North felt her scalp tingle: "What did you call me?"

"Madam."

"Stop. My name is Raina North, you may call me Miss North, or simply Raina North. I’m not called Madam." That gives her a fear of being discovered by Elias Hawthorne as The Rakshasa and being caught to suffer all sorts of torture, okay?

Aidan Lynch slightly raised an eyebrow, having seen many who tried all sorts of ways to connect with Elias Hawthorne, but this was the first time seeing someone so eager to distance themselves.

"Madam..." Seeing Raina North glare at him, Aidan Lynch had to raise his hands in surrender: "President Hawthorne said you’re not allowed to leave first."

"Did President Hawthorne also say I’m not allowed to go to the restroom?"

"That he did not."

"Great." Raina North lifted her leg to walk away, noticing Aidan Lynch still following her, she couldn’t help but say: "Special Assistant Lynch, there’s no need to follow me now, right?"

"There is." Aidan Lynch smiled: "Afraid you’ll escape through the restroom."

"..."

Bam.

Raina North closed the restroom door.

She quickly walked to the window, pushed it open, and without hesitation, jumped out.

As soon as she crawled out of the window, she saw Elias Hawthorne standing under a banyan tree not far away.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light over his extraordinarily handsome face.

Even though he’s just standing there quietly, it’s like a magnificent painting, mesmerizing and captivating.

But Raina North had no mood to appreciate this beautiful scene, her only thought was to escape.

Quickly escape.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t taken a single step when she heard Elias Hawthorne calling her name from behind: "Raina North."

Raina North had no choice but to stop, turning around with a fake smile on her face: "President Hawthorne, hello, what a coincidence."

Elias Hawthorne’s lips curled up: "Yes, quite a coincidence indeed."

Raina North continued: "President Hawthorne, I know you’re busy, so I won’t bother you anymore, I’ll take my leave first."

"Wait a moment."

Raina North slightly furrowed her eyebrows, showing impatience, yet she held it back, faking a smile: "What other instructions does President Hawthorne have?"

Elias Hawthorne couldn’t help but wonder if his face had somehow unknowingly become repulsive?

Otherwise, why does Raina North react so dismissively every time she sees him?

Isn’t being his wife alluring?

Even if being his wife isn’t alluring, isn’t the position of Young Mistress Hawthorne alluring?

Why doesn’t this woman, like everyone else, try to seduce him?

Seeing Elias Hawthorne remain silent, Raina North was about to make her exit without hesitation.

"Raina North." Elias Hawthorne caught her wrist: "Grandma asked you to come back for dinner tonight."

Raina North frowned, her voice cold: "If President Hawthorne has something to say, you can just say it directly, no need to use the old lady as an excuse."

Elias Hawthorne raised an eyebrow: "You think I’m lying to you?"

"Aren’t you?"

Raina North gazed warily at Elias Hawthorne.