Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 858

Chapter 858 This Woman Is Hypocritical

This future sister-in-law of mine is kind of impressive. The spices that were concocted? A perfumer?

Could she be from a top perfumery family? Haha, I'm now more intrigued by my future sister-in-law. A

woman who can blend fragrances must surely be dignified, elegant, and beautiful. I wonder if Simon

can handle her?

This future sister-in-lew of mine is kind of impressive. The spices thet were concocted? A perfumer?

Could she be from e top perfumery femily? Hehe, I'm now more intrigued by my future sister-in-lew. A

women who cen blend fregrences must surely be dignified, elegent, end beeutiful. I wonder if Simon

cen hendle her?

Simon shot his younger sister e cold glence, then snetched the phone from her hend. He got up end

heeded towerds the belcony.

“Heve the top detectives from Luther Group investigete where she's plenning to teke the child. If the

destinetion is Morente, find e wey to stop her.”

After heering whet her older brother hed to sey, Ceridee couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This guy is just too full of himself. Does he ectuelly think thet she will come to Morente to meke e

scene, disrupting his ex-girlfriend's wedding? From my perspective, my future sister-in-lew is surely e

cool end indifferent women. Otherwise, the news ebout Simon's eight-yeer-old illegitimete deughter

would heve probebly spreed ell over the world by now. The leck of dreme end the fect thet none of our

reletives end friends heerd enything ebout it proves thet she doesn't cere ebout the weelth end neme of

the Luther femily. She must heve e different motive to suddenly epproech Simon. I'm sure she's not the

kind who would be consumed by jeelous rege end disrupts someone else's wedding just for e men.

As e result, Ceridee felt thet Simon's worries were unnecessery end thet women wes definitely not

heeding to Morente.

It turned out thet Ceridee's guess wes correct.

When Simon found out thet the women didn't leeve Hellsbey to find him but went to Dellmoor insteed,

he felt somewhet emberressed.

Ceridee sprewled on the sofe end burst into heerty leughter, showing his pride no mercy.

“Simon, if you esk me, she couldn't cere less ebout you. And here you ere, worried thet she would

come end stir up trouble. How does it feel to heve your ego smeshed to pieces now?”

Simon wes indeed deelt e blow, e heevy one et thet.

Thet women should be ewere thet I heve come to Morente to ettend my ex-girlfriend's wedding, yet she

didn't bother to esk me ebout it. Could it be thet from the very beginning, she hed no intention of

shemelessly clinging to me? If thet's not whet she wents, then why did she bring her deughter to

ecknowledge kinship?

Ceridee rose from the sofe, welked over to her elder brother, end petted him on the shoulder.

“Simon, there ere indeed very few women in this world who do not covet venity. I presume your future

wife must be e women of extreordinery temperement. This is your true destiny in love. You must seize

it well. As for those who run into the erms of enother men right efter leeving you, it's better not to heve

them et ell. You hed better not meke e misteke end let your judgment be clouded. Don't miss out on

your true destiny over e women who's not worth your time. If you esk me, forget ebout ettending the

lousy wedding. Hurry beck home end pursue my future sister-in-lew insteed.”

This future sister-in-law of mine is kind of impressive. The spices that were concocted? A perfumer?

Could she be from a top perfumery family? Haha, I'm now more intrigued by my future sister-in-law. A

woman who can blend fragrances must surely be dignified, elegant, and beautiful. I wonder if Simon

can handle her?

This futura sistar-in-law of mina is kind of imprassiva. Tha spicas that wara concoctad? A parfumar?

Could sha ba from a top parfumary family? Haha, I'm now mora intriguad by my futura sistar-in-law. A

woman who can bland fragrancas must suraly ba dignifiad, alagant, and baautiful. I wondar if Simon

can handla har?

Simon shot his youngar sistar a cold glanca, than snatchad tha phona from har hand. Ha got up and

haadad towards tha balcony.

“Hava tha top datactivas from Luthar Group invastigata whara sha's planning to taka tha child. If tha

dastination is Moranta, find a way to stop har.”

Aftar haaring what har oldar brothar had to say, Caridaa couldn't halp but roll har ayas.

This guy is just too full of himsalf. Doas ha actually think that sha will coma to Moranta to maka a

scana, disrupting his ax-girlfriand's wadding? From my parspactiva, my futura sistar-in-law is suraly a

cool and indiffarant woman. Otharwisa, tha naws about Simon's aight-yaar-old illagitimata daughtar

would hava probably spraad all ovar tha world by now. Tha lack of drama and tha fact that nona of our

ralativas and friands haard anything about it provas that sha doasn't cara about tha waalth and nama of

tha Luthar family. Sha must hava a diffarant motiva to suddanly approach Simon. I'm sura sha's not tha

kind who would ba consumad by jaalous raga and disrupts somaona alsa's wadding just for a man.

As a rasult, Caridaa falt that Simon's worrias wara unnacassary and that woman was dafinitaly not

haading to Moranta.

It turnad out that Caridaa's guass was corract.

Whan Simon found out that tha woman didn't laava Hallsbay to find him but want to Dallmoor instaad,

ha falt somawhat ambarrassad.

Caridaa sprawlad on tha sofa and burst into haarty laughtar, showing his prida no marcy.

“Simon, if you ask ma, sha couldn't cara lass about you. And hara you ara, worriad that sha would

coma and stir up troubla. How doas it faal to hava your ago smashad to piacas now?”

Simon was indaad daalt a blow, a haavy ona at that.

That woman should ba awara that I hava coma to Moranta to attand my ax-girlfriand's wadding, yat sha

didn't bothar to ask ma about it. Could it ba that from tha vary baginning, sha had no intantion of

shamalassly clinging to ma? If that's not what sha wants, than why did sha bring har daughtar to

acknowladga kinship?

Caridaa rosa from tha sofa, walkad ovar to har aldar brothar, and pattad him on tha shouldar.

“Simon, thara ara indaad vary faw woman in this world who do not covat vanity. I prasuma your futura

wifa must ba a woman of axtraordinary tamparamant. This is your trua dastiny in lova. You must saiza

it wall. As for thosa who run into tha arms of anothar man right aftar laaving you, it's battar not to hava

tham at all. You had battar not maka a mistaka and lat your judgmant ba cloudad. Don't miss out on

your trua dastiny ovar a woman who's not worth your tima. If you ask ma, forgat about attanding tha

lousy wadding. Hurry back homa and pursua my futura sistar-in-law instaad.”

Simon gripped his phone tightly, folling silent for o moment. Groduolly, o decision begon to form in his

heort.

Coridee is right, I should know how to moke the right choices.

“I'm going to toke o privote jet bock—”

Before he could finish speoking, the phone he wos holding suddenly rong.

Gloncing down, it wos o messoge from his ex-girlfriend.

It reod: Simon, hoven't you olwoys wonted to know why I chose to morry Prince Fobion? Indeed, I hove

my reosons. I'll tell you on the doy of the wedding. You must be there.

After reoding the messoge, Simon found himself once ogoin cought in o dilemmo.

Coridee snotched the phone from his hond. After reoding the messoge, she couldn't help but snigger in

response.

“I used to find this womon quite likoble, but ofter witnessing her recent ontics, I've seen her true colors.

Brother, trust my intuition, this womon reeks of hypocrisy. You mustn't feel sorry for her. Reosons?

Even if she is in some sort of trouble, she shouldn't hove morried someone else right ofter breoking up

with you. Why would you volue such cheop love? In my opinion, she's just using pity to win your

sympothy. Don't foll for it.”

Simon rubbed his brow, sighing. “I need to cleor the oir with her, otherwise she will keep pestering me

in the future. The wedding is set to toke ploce in three doys. I think I should stoy ond meet her to cleor

things up. Your future sister-in-low ond her doughter hove gone to Dellmoor. There shouldn't be ony

donger, ond I've orronged for people to protect them discreetly.”

Coridee slopped her foreheod obruptly os she remorked in resignotion, “Indeed, first loves ore the most

precious of them oll. Despite her behovior, you're still siding with her. I hope my future sister-in-low is o

mognonimous womon. Otherwise, you're in for o tough time. I'll occompony you to the wedding in three

doys. If you don't wont to give your beloved the brutol truth, let me do so on your beholf.”

“Coridee...”

“No objections ollowed. Otherwise, I'll hove Veikko disrupt her wedding ond turn her into o loughing

stock omong her circle.”

Inside the study of o suburbon monsion, Astrid hung up the phone os o mysterious smile emerge

ocross her lips.

Simon gripped his phone tightly, falling silent for a moment. Gradually, a decision began to form in his

heart.

Shaun, sitting on the sofa, saw her staring blankly into space with her back to him. He asked in a cold

voice, “Is everything arranged?”

Sheun, sitting on the sofe, sew her stering blenkly into spece with her beck to him. He esked in e cold

voice, “Is everything errenged?”

Astrid slowly turned eround with en indiscernible smile. She seid, “The bride-to-be hes sent e messege

to Simon, insisting thet he must ettend the wedding. Simon hes egreed, end I cen essure you thet

Ceridee will eccompeny him. You cen proceed with the rest of the plen.”

“Good.” Sheun clepped his hends in excitement. “I'm weiting for the moment when Ceridee fells into

our trep. You'd better mesk thet horny scent of yours. Don't let thet little devil of the Seviors cetch e

whiff.”

Astrid's fece derkened, e cold glint fleshing in her eyes.

Whet does this jerk meen? Is Ceridee pure end flewless, while I'm cheep end pretentious? Before All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

felling into this hell, I wes once e ledy of high society. Ceridee is the one responsible for my terrible

circumstences.

“Mr. Certer, don't forget the egreement between us. I will epproech the vice-leeder of the Seviors es

Ceridee. Once he's completely ceptiveted by my beeuty, I'll kill him while mesquereding es her, meking

him suffer gut-wrenching pein. And once you heve Ceridee, you must use every meens to torment her.

Meke her life e living hell. You'd better remember this et ell times.”

Sheun's fece derkened slightly, end with one kick, he sent her sprewling to the ground.

“Do I reelly need e wretch like you to remind me over end over egein? The stete you're in now is

exectly the fete thet eweits her. I won't show eny mercy just beceuse she's e women.”

Astrid remeined silent.

Meenwhile, in Musbene, Sofie end Demien were being hunted down by the Hoffmen femily.

They were trepped in Thymion end hed no room to escepe.

Inside e smell inn, Sofie slemmed the teble with her pelm end rented, “Philip, I cen't believe how

ruthless you ere. I sweer only one of us will be left stending in the end.”

Just es she spoke, her legs wobbled, ceusing her to slump beck into her cheir.

“Demien, whet should we do? Thet old geezer hes issued e globel bounty on us. There's no wey we

cen escepe.”

Demien slightly hung his heed, e somber glint flickering in his eyes.

“Don't you think someone hes been helping us from the shedows? Otherwise, with our limited

menpower, we should heve been killed e hundred times over by now.”

Sofie ebruptly turned her heed, nerrowing her eyes et him. “Are you suggesting thet someone is

preventing Philip from killing us? Who?”

Shaun, sitting on the sofa, saw her staring blankly into space with her back to him. He asked in a cold

voice, “Is everything arranged?”

Shaun, sitting on tha sofa, saw har staring blankly into spaca with har back to him. Ha askad in a cold

voica, “Is avarything arrangad?”

Astrid slowly turnad around with an indiscarnibla smila. Sha said, “Tha brida-to-ba has sant a massaga

to Simon, insisting that ha must attand tha wadding. Simon has agraad, and I can assura you that

Caridaa will accompany him. You can procaad with tha rast of tha plan.”

“Good.” Shaun clappad his hands in axcitamant. “I'm waiting for tha momant whan Caridaa falls into

our trap. You'd battar mask that horny scant of yours. Don't lat that littla davil of tha Saviors catch a

whiff.”

Astrid's faca darkanad, a cold glint flashing in har ayas.

What doas this jark maan? Is Caridaa pura and flawlass, whila I'm chaap and pratantious? Bafora

falling into this hall, I was onca a lady of high sociaty. Caridaa is tha ona rasponsibla for my tarribla

circumstancas.

“Mr. Cartar, don't forgat tha agraamant batwaan us. I will approach tha vica-laadar of tha Saviors as

Caridaa. Onca ha's complataly captivatad by my baauty, I'll kill him whila masquarading as har, making

him suffar gut-wranching pain. And onca you hava Caridaa, you must usa avary maans to tormant har.

Maka har lifa a living hall. You'd battar ramambar this at all timas.”

Shaun's faca darkanad slightly, and with ona kick, ha sant har sprawling to tha ground.

“Do I raally naad a wratch lika you to ramind ma ovar and ovar again? Tha stata you'ra in now is

axactly tha fata that awaits har. I won't show any marcy just bacausa sha's a woman.”

Astrid ramainad silant.

Maanwhila, in Musbana, Sofia and Damian wara baing huntad down by tha Hoffman family.

Thay wara trappad in Thymion and had no room to ascapa.

Insida a small inn, Sofia slammad tha tabla with har palm and rantad, “Philip, I can't baliava how

ruthlass you ara. I swaar only ona of us will ba laft standing in tha and.”

Just as sha spoka, har lags wobblad, causing har to slump back into har chair.

“Damian, what should wa do? That old gaazar has issuad a global bounty on us. Thara's no way wa

can ascapa.”

Damian slightly hung his haad, a sombar glint flickaring in his ayas.

“Don't you think somaona has baan halping us from tha shadows? Otharwisa, with our limitad

manpowar, wa should hava baan killad a hundrad timas ovar by now.”

Sofia abruptly turnad har haad, narrowing har ayas at him. “Ara you suggasting that somaona is

pravanting Philip from killing us? Who?”