She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 993: You’re Not Worthy

Everyone looked at Raina North as if she were an idiot.

The man couldn’t help shaking his head, looking at Raina North with great interest: "Girl, what makes you think I would listen to you? Are you planning to use your charms to bribe me or something?"

"Charms?" Raina North chuckled and said, "Even if there was a day I needed to use my charms to bribe someone, it definitely wouldn’t be you. You’re not worth it."

Raina North spoke these words softly, without a hint of smoke and fire.

Upon hearing this, the man wasn’t angry, but instead grinned cheekily and said, "If you don’t intend to bribe me, I’m afraid I won’t be having a good time. Young Mistress Hawthorne, are you not planning to keep your word?"

"Of course not. I’m planning to beat you until you listen."

"Beat me to obedience?" The man couldn’t stop laughing after hearing this: "With what? Your tender little hands? Or maybe those brats behind you, or perhaps this old guy halfway in the grave?"

The Third Elder’s skin twitched upon seeing the man point at him, then he looked at Raina North: "Alliance Hierarch, I’m really losing my patience."

Raina North nodded and said, "Since you can’t hold back, then don’t."

The Third Elder’s expression immediately relaxed after hearing Raina North, and he strode forward, raised his leg, and fiercely kicked the man in the stomach.

Then, like a kite with a broken string, the man flew out sideways instantly, crashing heavily into the wall.

Whether he lived or died was unknown.

Pip Finch saw this and couldn’t hold back anymore, hurriedly shouting: "Third Elder, slow down, save some for me!"

Screaming like a hungry wolf breaking into a sheep pen.

"Grandma Hawthorne, have a glass of water." Lune poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Old Mrs. Hawthorne.

The Third Elder was busy beating people while leisurely observing all around, saying: "Leader Finch, do you know why you’re not as favored as Leader Lune this time? It’s your perception skills; they fall far behind Leader Lune’s."

Pip Finch was instantly infuriated upon hearing this, angrily shouting at the First Elder: "Nonsense! How do I lack perception skills? I have the best perception skills!"

Saying this, his hand strength inadvertently increased, causing the person he was wildly beating to faint instantly.

Pip Finch quickly tossed the person aside and, seeing Raina North not looking, finally sighed in relief.

Then, without hesitation, pounced on another person, lamenting in his heart.

These people are just too fragile, he had to be careful, otherwise he might accidentally beat someone to death, and if Sky Sister couldn’t vent properly, he would be the one suffering in the end.

Even though Pip Finch was careful with his strength, it only took one clash, and the man along with his lackeys were all knocked down.

They crouched in the corner, hands on heads, trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.

Damn, if it weren’t for experiencing it firsthand, he simply couldn’t believe it, such an old guy and a pretty boy, where the hell did they get such explosive strength from.

"You... don’t come over!"

The middle-aged man saw Pip Finch coming towards him again, shivering in fear, almost bursting into tears.

It hurts...

It really hurts...

It feels like he’s about to be beaten to death.

The man looked at Pip Finch and the Third Elder with horror in his eyes.

Where on earth did these monsters come from, Mason Chandler is no small fry in the world, yet he couldn’t even withstand one move from the opponent.

It’s truly terrifying, and deeply despairing.