She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 973: Useless People, Dead Means Dead

Claire Lowell kept shaking her head in disbelief, her heart utterly shocked.

In those few minutes, she didn’t blink, watching intently as Elias Hawthorne’s hands gradually transformed Orion Rivers into Rise.

Especially since Rise was still dressed in Orion Rivers’ previous outfit, a man’s attire.

So, Orion Rivers was Rise, the woman Elias Hawthorne announced he had married.

No wonder.

No wonder Nameless was so special to Orion Rivers, and then so fond of Rise, even publicly announcing that he had married her.

No wonder, when she offered such generous conditions, Orion Rivers refused to harm Rise. She initially thought it was because Orion had seen through her malicious intentions.

She never thought it was because Orion Rivers was Rise, Rise was Orion Rivers.

Telling Orion Rivers to kill Rise was like asking Orion to kill himself.

No matter how problematic her mind was, she would never agree to such a thing.

So, when she tried to sow discord, Orion Rivers must have laughed at her—treated her as the biggest joke in the world!

Now, Claire feels like a colossal joke!

After the embarrassment, only shame and anger remained, and she furiously yelled at Raina North, "You did it on purpose, didn’t you! You were deliberately making me a laughingstock, weren’t you?"

"Yes." Raina North admitted bluntly, arranging her loose hair as she looked down at Claire and said, "I did it on purpose. Seeing you in such distress now makes me feel that coming here tonight was totally worth it."

Claire couldn’t believe it; she never expected Raina to admit so bluntly, and she roared, "Orion Rivers! How can you be so vicious! You evil woman!"

"Ha!" Upon hearing Claire’s words, Raina chuckled, "Vicious? Miss Lowell, I’m really not worthy of that title; after all, compared to you, I’m nothing."

"Me? What about me?"

"Have you forgotten the people who died in pain because they couldn’t get the pills? Have you also forgotten the families who, because they followed your orders and then lost their lives, were left helpless, only waiting to die?"

Of course, Claire hadn’t forgotten, but seeing Raina’s accusatory gaze, she felt very confused, "They were just useless people; if they died, they died, so what?"

It was those subordinates who perished in the Reed Family’s annihilation that pained Claire. Even if she were naïve, she knew that, with her status, raising a new group of such subordinates was almost impossible.

Raina’s eyes grew cold upon hearing Claire’s words, a killing intent flashing in her gaze at Claire.

She knew this woman was heartless, but she never thought she’d be so utterly callous. So many people, so many lives, and she could still say such things.

This time, Claire was astutely aware of the coldness in Raina’s eyes, which provoked her, making her agitated quickly.

Claire angrily said, "Orion Rivers, what right do you have to look at me like that? Who gave you the qualification to look at me like that! And don’t tell me your hands aren’t stained with blood! Like someone who’s climbed up from the bottom, your hands are probably stained with more blood than anyone else’s! Stop pretending to be some virtuous person!"

Raina acknowledged that her hands were stained with blood.

Whether in her identity as The Rakshasa or when establishing The Celestial Alliance, her hands had seen blood.

But back then, shedding blood was a necessity.

Moreover, those under her hand were all in the underworld, they were desperados; for people like them, their heads were always at risk, and even if they died, it was a choice they made for themselves.

No complaints, no regrets.