Super Mommy and Her Triplets

After watching Bailey enter the living room, Artemis struggled to get up and head to the bathroom.

A moment later, Bailey came back out of the master bedroom, properly dressed.

Well, she had no choice. There was a beast in the house, and she dared not walk around in a spaghetti-strapped nightgown like Susan. If she did that, she would essentially be offering herself up to a certain man.

When she entered the living room, she found no one on the couch. Her eyes then flited toward the bathroom, where the sounds of running water were coming from.

Just as she was about to walk over to ask him what he wanted for breakfast, a ringtone of a phone traveled into her ears.

It was Artemis' phone.

A while of hesitation later, she walked over to pick up the phone.

When she lowered her eyes and looked at the screen, she was greeted by the name “Zoey.”

Instinctively, Bailey raised a brow.

The contacts that Artemis saved on his phone were all important people.

Thus, she wondered, A confidante?

An evil plan formed in her head. She turned around to glance at the bathroom before walking over to the balcony. Then, she answered the call.

Before she could say anything, a crystalline clear voice of a woman traveled out of the speaker. “Artemis, what are you doing? I'm thinking of coming back to Hallsbay in a few days' time. As usual, I'll stay in your seaside mansion when I'm there.”

Bailey was speechless upon hearing that.

Are they that close to each other? It sounds like she's a frequent guest in Artemis' private mansion. Is she Artemis' first crush?

Just then, the door to the bathroom opened with a clink. When Bailey turned to look in his direction, she was taken aback.

What the f*ck? I can't believe this man is coming out of the bathroom half naked.

As Bailey's mind went blank, she dropped the phone.

Holy sh*t, there's no way I'm going to be able to clear my name if the woman on the other end of the line misunderstands the situation.

“Who's calling?” Artemis asked as he walked over.

Bailey narrowed her eyes at him with a frown. “Aren't you mad that I picked up your call without asking for your permission?”

By then, Artemis was already on the balcony. He casually reached out his arm to wrap it around her waist before whispering in her ear, “I was serious about what I said to you last night. I want to marry you, so what's wrong with my wife picking up a call for me?”

The hair on the back of Bailey's neck rose. For a moment, she forgot to struggle as she tilted her head to look at him. “You still remember what happened last night?”

Mirth danced across Artemis' eyes at that.

He knew what the woman was worried about, and he could not help but think... What a greedy woman.

“Yes. I only remembered that I told you I wanted to marry you. Was there anything else?”

“No, no.” Bailey hastily shook her head, and her actions made her look a little silly. “That's all that happened. I...”

Artemis' heart melted when he saw her anxious demeanor.

Before she could finish her sentence, he leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips.

Beep, beep!

His phone rang at the most inopportune time. Bailey thrashed and pushed him away before shoving his phone into his hands. She muttered, “Your confidante is calling. She says she wants to stay in your mansion, but I didn't answer her. It's best that you call her back, or else the beautiful lady is going to be mad.”

Artemis lowered his gaze to look at the phone she had pressed against his chest. Then, he grabbed it and threw it onto the couch. “Ignore her. Let's continue.”

“Mm!”

As Victoria walked down the spiral stairs in the Saunders residence, she said to the person on the other end of the line, “Are you sure Mr. Gezmond is currently in Fashionista?”

“Yes, I've looked into his tracks per your instructions, and he is indeed currently in Fashionista. Do you need me to book an appointment with Fashionista's secretary?”

“No,” Victoria rejected immediately. “The appointment will be at least three days after, and I can't wait that long. I must meet Mr. Gezmond right away. You can carry on with your work. Thank you.”

With that, she walked down the last step.

Right as she was about to head out the door, Vincent's voice came from the direction of the couch.” Are you going to meet Lionel?”

Victoria halted in her tracks immediately.

She then slowly turned to look at her father and pursed her lips. “Lionel is personally supervising Fashionista, and he has demanded that the law enforcer give my brother a severe punishment. Father, we have no other choice. If I don't lower myself and beg him, I'm afraid my brother will be in jail until he dies.”

“Even so, you can't go.” Vincent leaped to his feet, agitated. “Isn't Lionel trying to take revenge? He should be coming after me if he wants to do that. Listen to me, and don't get involved in this. Be good. Stay home. Ignore Victor's matter because I'll think of a way to deal with it.”

A bitter smile appeared on Victoria's face as she hoarsely said, “Dad, do you want me to watch as the Saunders family gets ruined? I can't do that. You and Victor are my family. How can I sit on my hands and watch as the two of you get thrown in jail until the end of time?”