Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Bailey raised her eyebrows and smiled.

“Don't worry. Artemis knows what to do, and he will not blame you. Besides, I can't back out of this even if I want to. The large compensation will force me into submission if we don't clarify this matter. It's the same as showing up in court and letting them defame me. Think about it. I can hit them all in the face with the verdict when it comes out. It's going to be fun.”

“You're going too far,” Xavier chastised in amusement. “Serves them right for being dumb enough for you to toy with. It's funny how they want to pick a fight with you despite being too stupid to follow through.”

“Why don't you sneak back here? I'll take you for a show,” she offered with a smirk.

Xavier was rendered speechless.

“Hang on. I have an incoming call. Help me take care of business at Archulea, and I'll treat you to dinner when I'm there.”

“No problem.”

After ending the first call, Bailey answered another one.

“Somebody leaked your whereabouts, Ms. Jefferson. A large crowd of reporters is on their way to Century Hotel. Would you like to retreat?”

Hearing that, Bailey narrowed her eyes. She did not who the person who called her.

The caller seemed to have sensed her deliberation. “Mr. Luther sent me to protect you from the shadows, Ms. Jefferson. There's no need to be wary of my words.”

“All right, I got it. Don't stop them. Let them come in.”

“Huh?” The man on the other end was baffled. Ms. Jefferson has an unorthodox way of thinking. No wonder they feel so good about themselves after committing plagiarism. I could never understand people whose brains are wired this way.

“I said, let them come in.”

“Oh, all right.”

After hanging up, Bailey swiftly packed up her belongings before heading next door.

Opening the door, Juliana uttered, “I was just about to come to you, Master.”

“Is something the matter?'

“I've discovered who dug up your works from the past few years.”

“Who?”

“Your mother.”

Bailey narrowed her eyes as a glint of fury flashed across them. “Say that again.”

Juliana ducked her neck, aware that she had gone too far with the joke. “Stepmother,” she corrected hurriedly. “Your stepmother. It was that woman, Beatrice, who had dug up your designs from the past few years. She had also spent a lot to have the media kick up a fuss, which resulted in the rise of plagiarism and the whole world boycotting your work.”

Bailey's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she remembered Xavier's call from earlier.

That mother and daughter duo again. I've tolerated them long enough.

“All right, I got it. Somebody leaked my whereabouts, and now a horde of reporters is coming to the hotel. Go to my room. You know what to do from there.”

Juliana blinked before grinning. “I do. Find out from the reporters who leaked your whereabouts to them, then settle the score afterward.”

“Very good. It looks like what I've taught you over the years has not gone to waste. I'll take my leave, then. You settle the problem here.”

“All right.”

With that, Bailey walked to the window, pushed it open, and peered down. Though the height was frightening enough for ordinary people, it was child's play for a climbing expert like her.

Juliana had the grappling hook and some rope at the ready. “Be careful, Master.”

Nodding, Bailey reached out to receive them. She then secured the grappling hook on the windowsill before leaping out with a flip.

Within ten seconds of tethering between life and death, she landed on her feet on the grass below.

Juliana's eyes widened as she admired the slim figure below, who had swiftly disappeared at the end of the flower bed.

She felt that all the men in the world combined were still not worthy of such a stellar woman as her master.

Who does Simon think he is? He wouldn't have ended up sleeping with Master had he not taken advantage of her.

Half an hour later, the doorbell of Suite 502 in Century Hotel rang.

It was not the fault of security downstairs for failing to stop them. It was due to the overwhelming influence of Bailey.

Having heard that she was staying there, the paparazzi rushed in like a pack of rabid dogs who could not be stopped by the hotel security.

As soon as the door opened, a series of flashes went off.

Click! Click!

The reporters were photographing madly before ascertaining the person within.

“Are you still adamant that you did not commit plagiarism, Ms. Jefferson?”

“Even the court has passed the preliminary verdict that you're guilty of plagiarism, Ms. Jefferson. What kind of boldness supports you to stand firm on your point of view?”

“The whole world is boycotting the gown of your design, Ms. Jefferson. Your partners are discussing terminating their contracts with you and requesting that you pay for the substantial losses. How are you going to deal with these changes?”

“If you're found guilty, you would not be allowed to return to the design industry for as long as you live. Do you regret ruining your life by plagiarizing for a moment of fame, Ms. Jefferson?”

“I don't know. You should ask her.” Juliana poked her head out of the room and smiled. “Are you going to interview me? If so, please ask me questions I can answer.”

In that instant, the riotous corridor was plunged into silence as still as death.

What the hell is going on?