Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1044

Chapter 1044 Malicious Intent

It's Veronique. I can't believe Justin was with Veronique. How is this possible? Veronique died two

months ago. Why was she with Justin? This is impossible.

“Mrs. Fletcher, these photos must be old photos. Veronique has passed away. It won't change a thing

even if you've come here to confront me. We can't possibly pick a fight with a dead person,” Olivia tried

to explain.

Tamara sneered. “Is that so? The suit he's wearing was tailored for him by the Xuereb family's fashion

team just two weeks ago. Meanwhile, the second daughter of the Revelle family passed away two

months ago, and he's seen wearing a suit made just half a month ago in a photo with a deceased

person. Mrs. Xuereb, are you joking with me?”

Olivia's face paled, and she hastily lowered her head to examine the suit Justin was wearing in the

photos.

Indeed, it was tailored just two weeks ago, and she had personally given instructions to the fashion

team for the customization. She had even chosen the style herself, so it was one-of-a-kind in the world.

In other words, that little wretch from the Revelle family wasn't dead at all. They claimed she was dead

to the outside world, just to protect her and prevent anyone from harming her.

I can't believe Justin and the Revelle family played me like a fool.

“Mrs. Fletcher, I swear I had no idea about this. If I had known that little b*tch was still alive, I would

never have let her off so easily,” Olivia hurriedly explained.

Tamara's expression remained inscrutable, making it unclear whether she believed Olivia's explanation

or not.

After a brief pause, she clenched her teeth and demanded, “Where is Justin, that infuriating idiot? Tell

him to get his a*s down here right now! If he doesn't provide me with a satisfactory explanation today,

then let's cancel this marriage. We might as well proceed with a divorce agreement.”

Olivia panicked.

Divorce? I can't let that happen! Once they divorce, the Fletcher family will no longer care about the

fate of my family!

“Mrs. Fletcher, don't you think that's a bit unnecessary? The young couple just got married yesterday.

How could they possibly—”

Olivia's words were abruptly cut off when Scarlett, who had hurried over to inspect the photos, broke

into tears. In the midst of her sobs, she accused, “He didn't come home last night, leaving me all alone

in an empty room. I initially assumed something happened at the research base. Looking back, I realize

how gullible I was. After all, what could be more important than one's wedding night? Turns out the

reason he didn't return is that he went to be with Veronique. You people are simply heartless, deceiving

me like this.”

Upon learning that Justin had not returned the entire night, Tamara was instantly incensed. She shot a

severe look at Olivia and, through clenched teeth, issued a warning, “Mrs. Xuereb, if you don't deal with

that woman, you'll leave me no choice but to have my daughter leave the Xuereb family. You had better

handle this properly.”

Having made herself clear, Tamara marched toward the door.

Olivia intended to follow, but Scarlett intercepted her.

“My mother is extremely upset right now, so it's better not to agitate her further, as it might make things

worse. The top priority now is to convince her not to consider taking me away,” Scarlett advised.

Olivia halted in her tracks, her countenance darkening and paling.

Scarlett added, “It wasn't easy for my mother to finally agree to help the Campbell family, and that was

all for my sake. If she were to take me away, I fear the Campbell family would not meet a good end.”

Olivia grew frantic as she reached out to grasp Scarlett's wrist, pleading, “Lettie, you must help me.

Please help me.”

A sinister glint flickered deep within Scarlett's eyes, but outwardly, she presented herself as delicate

and pitiable.

“I really want to help you, but unless Justin severs all ties with Veronique, my mother won't allow me to

continue being part of the Xuereb family.”

Hearing that, Olivia began murmuring incessantly as if she were possessed. “Sever all ties... Yes, he

must sever all ties with Veronique. After everything I've done, I can't let anything go wrong at the last

moment.”

Scarlett watched her move toward the staircase with an almost lifeless demeanor, a cold, eerie smile

briefly flickering in her eyes.

I wonder what tricks this old hag is planning to use against Veronique. I can't wait to see it.

In the presidential suite of a luxurious five-star hotel in Hallsbay, Sylvester stood beside the floor-to-

ceiling window, cupping a glass of red wine and quietly surveying the vibrant cityscape beyond.

This city had borne witness to all his joys and sorrows, his moments of anger and laughter. It was also

within this city that he had come to grasp the profound meaning of love.

Throughout this period, he was constantly plagued by regret. If he had never brought Rainie to the

Hollett residence in the first place, could all of this have been avoided?

If they had remained in Hallsbay, they might have become a couple that garnered envy from all around.

Nevertheless, even with great wealth, one can't purchase the ability to foresee the future. What's done

is done, and it's impossible to erase the past.

He tormented her with over a month of exile, but he found no satisfaction in his revenge. As he stepped

onto this soil, his heart grew heavier and more burdened.

Rainie.

With a finger stained by wine, he repeatedly inscribed her name on the glass window in front of him.

Each time he wrote, his heart pained a little more.

The intensity of his love for her was so profound that, in the end, not even alcohol could numb the

ache.

Behind him, Karina stood in silence, concealed by a screen, her gaze icy as she observed the solitary

figure by the window. Her hand, which dangled by her side, slowly clenched into a fist.

She could vividly see his fingers repeatedly tracing over that name.

Each stroke he made felt like a knife scraping across her heart, and the pain was so intense that it left

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Ever since he met Rainie, Karina had persistently attempted to drive a wedge between them. However,

they, like the favored children of heaven, remained inseparable, regardless of her efforts to sow discord

between them.

More than a month ago, she had devised a scheme using Heather, with the aim of sending Rainie

straight to hell, never to make a comeback again.

Who would have thought that she, by virtue of her place in Sylvester's heart, would have this man

pining for her day and night, hopelessly entangled in his feelings.

No, I can't stop. This is far from enough. I have to find a way to fan the flames. That b*tch is pregnant,

right? I'll call that b*stard's “father” and have him come take his woman away. Sylvester is such a proud

man. He could never stoop so low as to compete with his own cousin for a woman, especially when

that woman is carrying his cousin's child. Yes, I must call Mason and ask him to come to Hallsbay and

take Rainie away. I don't care if she'll be imprisoned or killed. As long as she leaves Sylvester alone,

it's acceptable to me.

Once she had made up her mind, she gradually withdrew the evil expression on her countenance. In

the blink of an eye, she shifted into a gentle and dignified demeanor.

Casually approaching Sylvester, she let out a light chuckle. “I knew you wouldn't be able to let Rainie

go. How about I have a word with her and offer her a way out?”

Sylvester abruptly tightened his grip around the stem of the goblet, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.

“It's her fault. Why should you lower yourself to persuade her? That's a stain to your purity, and she's

not worth it. Karrie, I know you're kind-hearted, but my chapter with her is closed. Reconciliation is out

of the question, so don't stress about it anymore. By the way, I'm having a gathering with my buddies

tonight. Dress up and come along,” he said.

Karina was somewhat taken aback. “Your buddies are all influential figures. Am I even qualified to go?”

The corners of Sylvester's lips stiffly curled to form a strained smile. “You are the legitimate daughter of

the Smith family from South East Aploth, and also the granddaughter of the top family in Strassonian

embroidery. Your status is esteemed and noble, and even my grandmother praises you. Naturally, you

are perfect. Don't belittle yourself. It would be a disgrace to the Smith family's dignity.”

“But if I go to the gathering with you, will your buddies get the wrong idea?” she asked.