Super Mommy and Her Triplets

It is the sweetest thing to most people to become one with the person they love.

That feeling was like mixing honey with oil, both rich and sweet.

Artemis smirked, pulling her tightly into his embrace, and said in a husky voice, “As long as you understand, let me be with you every day from now on. You will definitely be very happy, there won't be a moment where you feel tired.”

Bailey traced circles over his heart with her hand, her eyes curved in a smile. Her beautiful eyes were filled with laughter, and between her glances and her charming demeanor, she exuded an irresistible allure.

“I see you'd love to stick by my side every day. It seems all men have the potential to become debauched monarchs.

“That's because I am mesmerized by a fairy.”

Err... What the hell?

Peep...

A series of notification tones sounded.

Artemis reached out a hand to grab the cell phone on the table.

After reading the message, he sat up holding Bailey, “Bay, there's news from over there. They say Sofie has already assembled her forces, ready to launch a full-scale attack on Tarragon.”

“I might need to go back. Holden might not be able to handle it alone, after all, Wendy is in Sofie's hands, he's bound to be affected.”

Bailey nestled softly in his arms, letting out a gentle hum, “Mr. Doyle, Sofie, Mr. Philip, plus the power of the Carter family, Holden indeed can't handle it all by himself.”

“Now we're just waiting to reel in the net. You'll definitely have to go back once, remember to take me with you, or don't even think about leaving this base.”

Artemis couldn't help but laugh.

He knew she would propose to go together.

It seems that nothing could tear her away from his side in this world.

“Alright then, I indeed feel uneasy leaving you here alone. So, come with me.”

“That's more like it. Don't even think about drugging me. If you dare to do that, I'll just go with any random man... Hmm.”

The words she was about to say next were silenced by his assertive kiss.

Inside the study of a mansion.

Sofie was currently video-calling with Holden.

“How about it, Mr. Lewitt, have you made up your mind?”

Holden looked at her coldly, his voice calm. “When you attack Tarragon's headquarters, I will certainly disarm all defenses, allowing you to advance smoothly and without any losses.”

“Good.” Sofie laughed heartily. “Mr. Lewitt, you truly live up to your reputation as a tough man, always so straightforward. If you're willing, you're still welcome to stay and manage things at Tarragon.”

Of course, these were just polite words. If he dared to stay in Tarragon, she would certainly seize the opportunity to kill him.

Having a formidable character like Holden by her side was truly perilous. She had to be constantly on guard, wary of the possibility that he might turn against her.

“No need for that. All I ask is for Ms. Carr to allow me to leave with my sister and Micah. Also, remember to bring my woman over. I want her to return to my side safely.”

“Sounds good, then it's settled.”

“Mm-hmm.”

After cutting the video, Sofie leaned back on the sofa and began to laugh with satisfaction.

Once Mr. Doyle was eliminated, the vast underground force of Tarragon would be entirely hers.

She refused to settle for anything less. If she were to do something, she would want to become a queen who stood above all men.

And the position of Tarragon leader could fulfill her lifelong wish.

...

In a suburban underground warehouse.

Zoey was tied to a wooden stake, her mouth sealed with tape. A series of muffled sounds came from her nostrils.

Kurt stood in front of her, holding a vial of potion, smiling with a chilling coldness.

“Do you know I've been in love with a woman and pursued her for many years? Yet, the man she constantly thinks about is the one who avoids her as if she's a venomous snake.

“I was so envious, and consumed by jealousy. Eventually, these feelings morphed into hatred. I wanted to kill that man to take her back.

“Perhaps you might say, just kill them, your poison skills are so formidable, isn't killing someone the simplest thing to you?

“Isn't it ironic how fate loves to play tricks on us? I couldn't possibly poison him because his skills in poison far surpass mine. Isn't that just sad?

“But that's okay. Over the past few years, I've developed a new toxin, a toxin that no one in the world can counteract. Now, all that's left is to conduct live experiments.

“Once this poison is successfully developed, I'll use it on that b*stard, forcing the woman I love to beg me.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmm...”

Zoey didn't take in anything else, only the phrase “all that's left is to conduct live experiments” was etched into her mind.

No, don't.

She didn't want to be a carrier of poison.

She couldn't bear such a torture.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm...”

Kurt reached out and patted her cheek, sneering coldly, “You don't want to do that? That's not up to you though. Just remember that all this you're enduring is because of Cameron, the young master of the Yablon family. When you get the chance, kill him to avenge yourself.”

Having said that, he abruptly jabbed the needle into her arm.

Zoey's pupils contracted sharply, her face gradually contorting.

The moment the poison entered her body, she felt a heart-wrenching, bone-eroding pain, as if millions of flesh-eating ants were gnawing at her flesh.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm...”

She wanted to alleviate the intense pain coursing through her body by screaming, but with tape over her mouth, even a roar became a luxury she could only hope for.

Kurt watched her face contort in pain, the cruel smirk on his lips became more pronounced.