Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Holden held his forehead.

After keeping his promise to return control of Zaewora to the Hoffman family, he never expected them to strike back in an attempt to wipe out Tarragon's influence there.

“Mr. Lewitt, shall we head to Zaewora? The Hoffman family has gone too far. Now that they have yet to stabilize their presence, we can use the opportunity to take back Zaewora and annihilate them once and for all.”

When Holden's gaze fell upon Wendy, the wry smile she was wearing caused him to reply with a frown, “You should head out first. Let me consider our options.”

As the black-clad lady threw the pathetic-looking Wendy a glance, she reminded him through her greeted teeth, “Mr. Lewitt, this woman is a daughter of the Hoffman family and used to be its heir. Considering the bad blood between Tarragon and the Hoffman family, your close relationship with her will only bring you disaster.”

Giving her the side-eye, Holden asserted, “Don't stick your nose into my business. Now, get out!”

“But...”

“Out!”

Once the woman was gone, Wendy held her arm as she gradually sat down.

Looking up at Holden, she remarked in a hoarse voice, “Even though I have been kicked out of the Hoffman family, their blood still courses through my veins. There's no way I'm going to allow anyone to harm them. Holden, if you insist on taking on the Hoffman family, you had better be prepared to feel my wrath. At the end of it, no one will survive unscathed.”

After throwing her a brief yet intent look, Holden walked to the door and reassured her, “Give me some time. I'll deal with this properly without putting you in a difficult position.”

Wendy responded with silence.

The next day, the Museum of Hallsbay organized a grand event to determine the authenticity of the emerald seal a second time.

This time, the organizers invited many experts from all over the world to determine whether the seal was genuine.

In spite of that, Lina wasn't concerned at all.

What difference will more specialists make? How are they going to authenticate the emerald seal when none of them has seen the real one before? When the time comes, they, too, will bow down to pressure and take my side by declaring that the seal is genuine. As for Bailey, I can't wait to see the dejected look on her face. After all, there's no way she can produce the real emerald seal in just a few days. If she dares show herself and steal the limelight from me today, I'll kick her out of the museum and send her straight to prison!

“Ladies and gentlemen, a few days ago, there have been doubts among the public over the authenticity of the emerald seal. In order to allay your concerns, we have invited the world's top ten antique appraisers to examine it. Once they have determined that the seal is genuine, I hope that all the rumors of the contrary will be put to rest. Spreading them is disrespectful to both the national treasure and our esteemed ancestors.”

No sooner had the museum curator spoken than everyone present expressed their support and agreement.

With that, the appraisers began their work.

They closely examined the red emerald for more than half an hour become coming to a conclusion.

One of the specialists declared, “Our findings indicate that this red emerald is real. Those who doubt it must be harboring ill intent. Therefore, I hope that all of you do not believe in the malicious rumors that disparage the emerald seal.”

Another elderly expert added, “Exactly. This emerald seal is indeed genuine. After going through an official examination, there is no mistake. Please rest assured that our national treasure has truly returned to our hands.”

While speaking, the old expert began shedding tears of joy.

Moved by the sight, everyone began to believe that the red emerald was indeed the emerald seal.

“I trust the experts' judgments. It must be genuine if they say it is.”

“That's right. We shouldn't doubt the heritage of Chanaea.”

“Where's Bailey? After brazenly proclaiming that the emerald was a fake, where is she now?”

“She's probably too ashamed to show herself, but we have not forgotten her audacious claims.”

“She had better not assume that she wouldn't be held accountable for her baseless accusation. For almost sullying Master Vespera's reputation, she deserves to be punished.”

“You're right. That's exactly what she deserves.”

“Are you really sure that the emerald is authentic?”

The very next second, an icy female voice rang out from the back of the stage, heralding Bailey's entrance from the shadows.

Raising her brows at the ten elderly experts, she wore a smirk on her face as a cold glint flashed across her eyes.

“It's understandable that growing old will cloud your judgments. My advice to you is to reexamine your evaluation. Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined in your ripe old age. The red emerald is, after all, the legacy of an entire people and shouldn't be trifled with. If your wrong judgment causes the real red emerald to be left in the hands of others, you would have committed the greatest betrayal to our people.”