Super Mommy and Her Triplets

At Century Hotel, inside a luxurious suite, Cameron lazily leaned back on the sofa. He held a glass of wine in his hand and carefully savored it. The phone on the table rang, and upon picking it up, he found that it was a call from a subordinate.

“What's the matter?”

“Mr. Yablon, Mr. Shurmer has investigated your whereabouts and should know that you went to Gruidae Mortuary to meet Mr. Jefferson. He also knows that it was us who destroyed Mr. Jefferson's remains.”

When he heard that, Cameron's handsome face didn't show any signs of surprise. This was the territory of Bailey and Zeke. Given his weak foundation, it was not surprising that they would be able to track his whereabouts once he went out.

“All right, I got it. You guys stay hidden and don't let Bailey find you. I'm afraid that woman might take her anger out on you.”

“Yes.”

After hanging up the call, Cameron took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket. The pills contained within were meticulously developed by him, capable of breaking Bailey's hypnosis and dream-tailoring skill.

Once, he fell victim to her hypnosis, and she disfigured his face. He watched helplessly as she escaped right under his nose, and that incident was his most frustrating experience.

After returning to the Yablon family, he specifically researched and developed this type of pill. By consuming just one pill, it could counteract the effects of Bailey's hypnosis. She knew he had gone to the mortuary to meet Clarence, and he was certain she would confront him.

To get him to tell the truth, there was only one way, which was by hypnotizing him. In his lifetime, falling into her trap once was enough. He certainly didn't want to fall for it twice. The doorbell at the entrance hall rang.

He tilted his head to look at the laptop beside him, gazing at the slender figure on the screen.

The smile on his lips grew wider. He knew she would definitely come looking for him, asking about the reason for burning the corpse of Clarence and inquiring if Artemis had been poisoned.

After a brief silence, he slowly unscrewed the porcelain bottle, took a pill out of it, and swallowed it. After the pill dissolved, he paced over to the entrance and opened the door.

“So, have you figured it out? Are you ready to dump Artemis aside and come with me to the Yablon residence?”

In response, a fist came smashing toward him.

Cameron kept retreating, dodging her fatal blow, and said solemnly, “Bailey, what's gotten into you? How have I offended you? You were the one who asked me to come to Hallsbay. Is this how you show your sincerity and hospitality?”

Bailey ignored him and threw another punch toward his face. Left with no choice, Cameron had to make a move. As a result, he swung his hand, his palm hitting her right on the shoulder and sending her staggering backward. A hint of surprise flashed through Cameron's eyes.

No, I didn't use much force at all. How did this woman end up retreating after being hit?

Just as she was about to smash her back against the wall, he hurriedly lunged forward and grabbed her arm. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled her into his embrace.

As he got closer, he noticed that her forehead was covered in sweat, and her body seemed weak and limp.

“What's going on? How did your body end up like this?”

Bailey couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. “I'm completely drained. I had a miscarriage before and didn't take care of my body properly. Then, I was soaked in the freezing snow for over an hour. My body just completely broke down.”

Cameron gritted his teeth and said, “What about Artemis? Didn't he do anything? How did he let you become like this? Can't you take good care of your own body?”

Bailey forced a smile and slowly reached out to hook her arm around his neck. Cameron's attention was entirely focused on her pale face, his heart aching with worry. He couldn't possibly care about anything else at that moment.

In the past, when he faced her in a battle, he simply couldn't defeat her in terms of techniques. At most, they would end up in a draw. Such formidable combat prowess and agile movements made her the most admirable woman he had ever known.

However, at that moment... She leaned against him, and he could hardly feel any sign of life from her. She was as fragile as a porcelain doll, seemingly ready to shatter with just a touch. A snapping sound in his ear brought him back from his wandering thoughts.

He was all too familiar with the sound. Every time she performed her hypnosis, she would snap her fingers right by the person's ear. She was quite clever, using subtle tactics to bypass his defenses, causing him to lower his guard, and then she seized the opportunity to strike.

However, on the other hand, if he hadn't given her this opportunity, she couldn't have done that. Simply put, it was because he was willing to make it happen.

“Cameron, look into my eyes.”

The enchanting sound of her voice reached his ears. If he hadn't taken the pill beforehand, he would have undoubtedly succumbed to her spell. His eagle-like gaze slowly shifted downward, colliding with her line of sight. He tried his best to empty his mind, making it appear as if he had already fallen deep into her hypnosis.

Bailey watched as his pupils gradually dilated, losing focus after a moment.

She asked word by word, “Who did you see at the mortuary?”

Cameron replied blankly, “Mr. Jefferson.”

Bailey furrowed her brows. Indeed, he had gone to meet Clarence.

“Why did you cremate his body? What exactly are you trying to cover up?”