Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1043

Chapter 1043 Discern The True Nature

What plans do I have?

Bailey's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she playfully raised her eyebrows and flashed a

smile.

“She's using my master's son as leverage, forcing me to go to Zaewora. Doesn't she just think of me as

an easy target? If I go against the grain and don't go to Zaewora, do you think she'll panic and falter?”

she said.

Artemis stroked his chin, contemplated for a moment, and then nodded. “I believe she will. She's

determined that you won't remain passive. If you really don't do anything, she may be compelled to

make a personal visit to Hallsbay to confront you. Once she's here in Hallsbay, I'll demonstrate to her

what a taste of purgatory is truly like,” he stated.

Bailey's smile deepened, yet, setting humor aside, she couldn't simply disregard her mentor's

descendant.

“You head to Zaewora first, assess the situation, and once you've gained a clear understanding of the

circumstances there, I'll follow and join you,” she said.

She was quite tied up with a lot of things happening in Hallsbay right now and couldn't be absent.

Whether it was Victoria, Veronique, or even Rainie, they all had perilous predators circling them, biding

their time for an opportunity to strike.

Bailey wasn't extraordinary, nor was she a saint, but they were her friends, her confidants. The fate of

outsiders, whether they lived or perished, or endured torment, was beyond her concern. Yet, the

matters of her friends constantly weighed on her heart, never allowing her a moment of relaxation.

Artemis understood her thoughts and worries. He reached out, drew her into his embrace, and gently

said, “You stay in Hallsbay for the time being. I will leave for Zaewora tomorrow to assess the situation.

By the way, Sylvester reached out to me; he proposed a gathering with all our buddies. Holden is

currently in Moranta, and Micah is stationed at Tarragon Headquarters. If you don't feel like going, we

don't have to.”

Bailey furrowed her brows, a subtle ember of anger flickering in her eyes.

A man who couldn't protect his woman was considered incompetent.

It was distressing enough that he lacked competence, but to add insult to injury, he had the audacity to

vent his frustration on his significant other.

She could never forget the sight of Rainie, humbly on her knees, pleading with those old geezers that

fateful night.

Nor could she forget how Rainie was slapped by them, having her dignity trampled on the ground.

Regardless of her numerous faults, he shouldn't have mistreated her in such a manner.

“I heard he brought a woman from the Golden Triangle. It seems like she's his childhood friend and his

first crush. Do you think he'll show up with her?” she asked.

Artemis offered a faint smile and responded with a question of his own, “If that woman is two-faced, do

you think she'd miss this opportunity to meet Sylvester's buddies?”

He was implying that if she were cunning and strategic, she would undoubtedly cling to Sylvester, riding

on his coattails to glory and success.

Bailey chuckled softly. “I'm not afraid of her showing up; I'm afraid of her not showing up. If she Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

appears, it proves that Rainie was wrong about her being willing to back down and that she was

involved in the incident that occurred over a month ago. If she doesn't show up, it suggests that Rainie

is not being persecuted, and I don't like that outcome.”

Artemis playfully reached out and pinched her nose, wearing a smile as he asked, “So, would you like

to attend the gathering?”

“Yes, why not? I have my own methods of deciphering the true nature of duplicitous people like her. Ha,

I'm genuinely intrigued to witness what kind of evilness we're up against. After creating such chaos, not

only did she escape unharmed, but she even earned the trust of Rainie, the victim,” she remarked.

In the living room of the Xuereb residence, Olivia promptly rose from her seat and approached Scarlett

as soon as she descended from the second floor.

“Lettie, did you sleep well last night?” she asked.

Scarlett's countenance remained icy, and she evaded Olivia's attempt to offer assistance as she

proceeded deliberately toward the couch, saying, “My husband wasn't present on the first night after

our wedding, leaving me alone in an empty room. Can you imagine if I managed to sleep well?”

The smile on Olivia's face froze.

She was aware that Justin hadn't returned home all night, yet she couldn't muster the courage to call

her son.

Her son harbored numerous dissatisfactions toward this marriage. Were it not for Scarlett's capability to

save her family, Olivia would have never consented to her son marrying such a haughty woman with no

respect for her elders.

“Well, perhaps he got caught up with something important in the lab, which is why he hasn't returned

yet. You're pregnant now, and you shouldn't strain yourself. Your top priority should be the well-being of

the baby,” she reassured.

Slam!

Furious, Scarlett seized the teacup from the table and flung it to the floor, shattering it. She seethed,

“You old woman, are you suggesting that I should thank him for staying out all night?”

Olivia found it increasingly challenging to maintain her composure.

Previously, Scarlett only disrespected her verbally, but now she had gone so far as to hurl objects right

in front of her.

She had a strong urge to rush over and give Scarlett a slap across the face, but she didn't dare to.

Before the issues with the Campbell family were resolved, she couldn't touch her.

“Lettie, don't get me wrong. I wish nothing but peace and harmony between you two. Why would I want

to cause strife between you? Please don't be upset. It's detrimental to your health, and ultimately,

you're the one who suffers,” she earnestly explained.

Scarlett accepted the tea handed to her by the servant and took a casual sip. She spoke with

indifference, “Oh, well. I won't stoop to your level, old woman. If you have nothing else, just leave. Stop

being an eyesore here.”

Olivia suppressed her anger and wore a forced smile. “Scarlett, did you relay to your mother what I said

to you yesterday? What was her response?”

What was her response? Of course, she said it's unsalvageable. But I won't tell this old fool about this

just yet. I'm still planning to use this old fool to deliver another harsh blow to Veronique.

Scarlett was determined to foster lasting enmity between Olivia and Veronique, ensuring they could

never reconcile as mother and daughter-in-law in this lifetime. That way, she believed that even if she

were to be cast out, this old woman would have no prospect of obtaining Veronique's forgiveness and

establishing a peaceful, harmonious relationship with her.

Scarlett, idly fiddling with her fingernails, began, “Naturally, my mother sides with the Xuereb family.

Since the Campbell family is related to the Xuereb family by marriage, naturally—”

She was interrupted by a respectful voice that emanated from the doorway. “Mrs. Xuereb, Ms. Scarlett,

Mrs. Fletcher has arrived.”

Olivia was briefly taken aback. When she regained her composure, she hurriedly made her way to the

entrance.

Scarlett remained seated, reclining lazily on the couch, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her lips.

She knew her mother was coming to confront Olivia.

This morning, she had someone inform her mother that Veronique was still alive, and also sent her

mother two photos of Justin visiting Veronique.

Knowing her mother's petty nature and her tendency to overreact to even the smallest issues, she was

bound to come over and make a scene.

Indeed, the unfolding events proved that her guess was correct.

Before they even had breakfast, her mother came storming over in a huff.

At the entrance, Olivia approached Tamara. As she got closer, she observed that Tamara wore an

extremely gloomy expression.

“Mrs. Fletcher, what's wrong?”

Tamara asked sternly, “Where is Justin, that scoundrel? I'm looking for him.”

Olivia, unable to discern Tamara's intentions, asked cautiously, “May I ask what Justin has done to

upset you?”

Tamara took a deep breath, her countenance icy, and suggested, “We should continue this

conversation inside to prevent rumors from spreading.”

“Sure, sure. Please, come in.”

Upon entering the living room, Tamara vehemently retrieved two photos from her bag and slammed

them onto the table.

“Take a good look at this. See for yourself what your precious son has been doing behind my

daughter's back.”

Intrigued, Olivia couldn't help checking out the photos laid out on the table.

As she comprehended the contents of the photos, her expression underwent a dramatic

transformation, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.