Super Mommy and Her Triplets

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In the study of a private mansion, Artemis studied Holden standing across from him through narrowed eyes while sitting on the couch.

Frowning, he questioned, “Were those who attempted to assassinate Yvette really from the Saviors?”

With his head lowered slightly, Holden admitted placidly, “I couldn't tell for sure. Although there were indications that they were from the Saviors, there's also a possibility of someone else impersonating them to incite a war between the two forces.”

“What's the stance of those old geezers at Tarragon presently?” Artemis asked further.

“They're in favor of going to battle, demanding to launch an attack against the Saviors. All the elders are of the same opinion. The other higher-ups also seconded them. Truly... Yvette has too much influence on them.”

Artemis chuckled coldly. “It's not that at all. The truth is, they're unwilling to have Bailey become the matriarch of Tarragon, so they're resorting to all means possible to break us up. Once war erupts between the two organizations, Bailey and I will be forced to part ways. That's what they're hoping to accomplish. Ultimately, they want to use Yvette, whom they can manipulate, to gain power and riches. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to control the person.”

Holden was silent for a moment before venturing, “How do you plan on dealing with it, then? Force them into nixing the idea of attacking the Saviors?”

“The stance of everyone at the headquarters is unanimous right now. Do you think I can employ force? If I were to use aggressive methods to subjugate them for real, they'd rebel. I'm not afraid that they'll kick up a fuss, but it isn't worth having heavy casualties due to internal strife.”

“Do you mean that you plan on... relenting?”

Artemis' lips curved into a devilish smirk.

“No. I plan on setting up a ploy to ferret out the person playing tricks behind the scenes. So long as both organizations are made aware that someone is secretly stirring up trouble, this war won't come to pass.”

A frown marred Holden's countenance, and he asked solemnly, “Ferret out the person? How so? The situation is urgent. We've got no time to plan.”

A peculiar smile bloomed on Artemis' face. At the same time, a calculating gleam flittered across his eyes.

“You and I both know that it's one of those old geezers who's making up trouble to help Yvette become the matriarch of Tarragon. In that case, we'll make a move against Yvette. There are many young and talented men at Tarragon's headquarters. As the leader, it's only natural for me to help her find a suitable husband, right?”

The corners of Holden's mouth twitched violently. “You're planning on using this method to force them into making their move faster?”

“Yes. Guerilla warfare is boring. Since they want to play, let's go for something more thrilling. Someone backed into a corner will inevitably resort to desperate measures. Once the person panics, he'll make mistakes. At that time, I believe we'll be able to obtain the evidence we want.”

And so, the conversation continued in that direction.

Meanwhile, Simon's private jet landed at the Saviors' branch office in Gregan.

He was there to pick Caridee up and bring her back to Hallsbay.

Unfortunately, she adamantly refused to go back when he sought her out and told her about the purpose of his visit.

In the ward, Veikko stood beside the bed and stared down at Caridee, who was sobbing on the bed.

In a mild voice, he urged, “Go back with your brother first. I'll return to Hallsbay after investigating the matter here. Then, I'll bring you to seek medical treatment. I promised to see your arm cured, and I'll keep my word for sure.”

However, Caridee instantly riposted, “No way! This morning, I heard two female doctors talking about you. They said that you're incredibly popular among the ladies, and many girls in the Saviors like you. I'm already in such a state. You've got to take responsibility for me for the rest of my life. To prevent you from being stolen by other women, I need to stay by your side at all times without relaxing my guard for even a second.”

Exasperated by her unreasonable behavior, Veikko spun on his heel to leave the ward, planning to have Simon take her home by force.

Unexpectedly, he had only taken two steps away before Caridee pulled out the needle from her arm and tore the IV bag off the IV stand.

“Do you believe that I'll further ruin my arm? Don't bother lecturing me. I know my flaws. Indeed, I'm domineering and willful. But that's unavoidable since I'm the only daughter of the most prominent family, pampered by my parents and brothers. Since you got entangled with me, you can only resign yourself to your fate. You can either watch as I cripple my arm or allow me to stay here.”

Propping a hand against his forehead, Veikko explained with a sigh, “Your arm has to be treated timely. If you miss the best time, it'll be difficult to ensure a full recovery.”

“It's okay. So be it if it's crippled. In the future, I'll try using my left hand. I find it an expression of great love to learn using my left hand for your sake.”