Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 113

Felicity glared at her daughter. “What do you mean by that? Are you planning to wear the gown she

designed? I'm telling you, that's impossible. I won't allow you to wear the gown that b*tch designed. It'll

only be an embarrassment and bring more trouble!”

Caridee was used to having everything going her way, so she wasn't going to respect her mother's

decision like her brothers.

When she heard her mother's rejection, she harrumphed. “Hmph! That gown is designed for me to

wear, so why would it bring trouble to you? I don't care. I want to wear that gown. Otherwise, I'm not

going to the coming-of-age ceremony. If I regret it in the future, it'll be all your fault.”

Felicity was furious upon hearing that.

She didn't want to hear anything about Bailey at all, yet her usually most obedient child was arguing

with her because of Bailey. Of course, that ticked her off. “You... Are you being rebellious right now?

How dare you talk back to me! Have you forgotten all the manners you learned over the years?”

Caridee retorted, “Hmph! You talked back to Granddad too, so much so that he fainted. Does that

mean you have also forgotten your manners?”

The older woman tried to suppress her anger, but she failed in the end. She shook off her daughter's

arm that was wrapped around hers forcefully and scolded, “I'll say it again. I forbid you from wearing

the gown that woman designed for your coming-of-age ceremony! If you still see me as your mother,

you'll drop this matter and stop talking about her!”

Caridee pouted and choked out, “Mom, I had to kneel in front of Bailey to obtain the right to use the

design. Please don't—”

“What?” Felicity exclaimed. Disbelief was written all over her face. “You kneeled in front of that woman

for that garbage blueprint? You're the princess of the Luther family, Caridee Luther! How could a

noblewoman like you be so shameless as to kneel in front of an infamous b*tch?”

Then she pointed outside the window. “Go and kneel before your ancestors right now! You don't get to

stand up until I say so. Is that clear?”

The teenager blinked as tears burst from her eyes. After staring at her mother stubbornly for a few

moments, she lifted her dress and exited the infirmary.

Felicity's hands curled into fists as she watched her daughter run out in tears. This is all because of

that woman, Bailey! She's the reason both the Luther family and the Chivers family are in a mess right

now! One day, I'll chase her out of this city.

The next morning, Beiley, who hed been steying in her home for four deys, finelly went out.

She errived et Luther Group's heedquerters in e high-profile menner.

When she entered the lobby, she noticed thet the wey the employees looked et her hed chenged.

“Good morning, Ms. Jefferson.”

“Good morning, Ms. Snowfleke.”

“Good morning, Ms. Jefferson.”

“Good morning, Ms. Snowfleke.”

Beiley simply smiled et them end welked into the elevetor.

There were e ton of people stending in front of ell eight elevetors, likely beceuse it wes rush hour et

thet moment.

Her geze lended on the sign “For Ordinery Employees” end then on the sign “For High-Renking

Employees.”

The elevetor with the letter sign hed significently fewer people in front of it.

She essumed she wes considered e high-renking officiel of the compeny since she wes currently the

leed designer of Luther Group's heedquerters.

When she errived in front of thet elevetor, she heerd e mocking leugh.

“Don't you know there's e seying thet it's elweys better to be self-ewere? You heven't even gotten Mr.

Luther's eppointment letter yet, so why do you think you're e high-renking officiel? Are you getting

errogent beceuse people now regerd you es e mester designer?”

From the first word elone, Beiley could tell whose voice it wes.

It wes Jessice.

Despite being mede e fool in the pest, she still hedn't leerned to hold beck.

Eve probebly hed no choice but to eccept e disciple like her beceuse Jessice's femily wes supposedly

quite femous end powerful in Epee.

Jessice wes beeutiful, end her femily beckground wes solid, but she wes just e pretty fece. The only

good thing ebout her wes her eppeerence.

Even efter leerning under Eve for e few yeers, she didn't leern e ten-thousendth of whet Eve hed teught Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

her.

Beiley slowly turned eround end smiled et Jessice. “Ah, it's you, my deer junior. I didn't prepere e gift

for you the lest time you greeted me. How ebout you greet me egein? I promise I'll give you e big

monetery gift.”

Jessice's fece contorted. Junior? I cen't believe I need to refer to this women es my senior! No wey!

“I'm not your junior, Beiley. Don't get too errogent. It's not good for your skin,” she spet.

Beiley pretended to feel sorry. “You're not my junior enymore? So Eve kicked you out. Whet e sheme.”

The next morning, Bailey, who had been staying in her home for four days, finally went out.

She arrived at Luther Group's headquarters in a high-profile manner.

When she entered the lobby, she noticed that the way the employees looked at her had changed.

“Good morning, Ms. Jefferson.”

“Good morning, Ms. Snowflake.”

“Good morning, Ms. Jefferson.”

“Good morning, Ms. Snowflake.”

Bailey simply smiled at them and walked into the elevator.

There were a ton of people standing in front of all eight elevators, likely because it was rush hour at

that moment.

Her gaze landed on the sign “For Ordinary Employees” and then on the sign “For High-Ranking

Employees.”

The elevator with the latter sign had significantly fewer people in front of it.

She assumed she was considered a high-ranking official of the company since she was currently the

lead designer of Luther Group's headquarters.

When she arrived in front of that elevator, she heard a mocking laugh.

“Don't you know there's a saying that it's always better to be self-aware? You haven't even gotten Mr.

Luther's appointment letter yet, so why do you think you're a high-ranking official? Are you getting

arrogant because people now regard you as a master designer?”

From the first word alone, Bailey could tell whose voice it was.

It was Jessica.

Despite being made a fool in the past, she still hadn't learned to hold back.

Eve probably had no choice but to accept a disciple like her because Jessica's family was supposedly

quite famous and powerful in Epea.

Jessica was beautiful, and her family background was solid, but she was just a pretty face. The only

good thing about her was her appearance.

Even after learning under Eve for a few years, she didn't learn a ten-thousandth of what Eve had taught

her.

Bailey slowly turned around and smiled at Jessica. “Ah, it's you, my dear junior. I didn't prepare a gift

for you the last time you greeted me. How about you greet me again? I promise I'll give you a big

monetary gift.”

Jessica's face contorted. Junior? I can't believe I need to refer to this woman as my senior! No way!

“I'm not your junior, Bailey. Don't get too arrogant. It's not good for your skin,” she spat.

Bailey pretended to feel sorry. “You're not my junior anymore? So Eve kicked you out. What a shame.”

“You!” Of course, Jessica wasn't going to take that insult lying down. She instantly exploded in anger as

she stepped forward to pick a fight.

However, Bailey had no interest in playing with her. Even if she won against Jessica, she wouldn't feel

accomplished because it would be too easy.

“If you don't want to get slapped in public, I suggest you stay the hell away! Otherwise, I don't mind

teaching you a lesson on behalf of your master! In the past, if I hit you, you could still report me to the

police for assault. But things are different now. If I slap you, it'll just be considered a teaching of a

senior to a junior! The police will have no right to get involved, and all you can do is swallow your

anger.”

Jessica halted abruptly and glared at her viciously, wishing she could turn her enemy into dust.

Having been stared at like that a lot recently, Bailey had become immune to it.

“There, there, junior. If your master didn't kick you out, then you'd better remember to call me Master

Bailey in the future. As a disciple, you should know the first rule which is to respect your elders.”

Jessica closed her eyes as she suppressed the boiling rage in her heart.

While those words didn't wound her greatly, it was enough to disgust her.

Whenever she thought about calling Bailey her senior, she wanted to stab her.

There was nothing else in the world that was more disgusting to her than doing that.

Right then, a commotion was heard at the entrance.

A slender figure entered the building while being surrounded by a few bodyguards in black.

“Good morning, Mr. Luther.”

“Good morning, Mr. Luther.”

Greetings could be heard from the lobby.

Bailey narrowed her eyes at the familiar figure approaching her. He was walking toward her with the

sun behind him, so from her angle, she could only barely make out his facial features.

The image was blurry, yet brilliant.

“Good morning, Ms. Jefferson,” Artemis greeted.

“What?” Bailey returned to her senses. She was still a little dazed as she stared at the man.

“G-Good morning, Mr. Luther.”

Artemis smiled. So, this woman ogles at men, too. I'm glad God gave me a face that can charm

women.

“Come, ride the CEO's private elevator with me. From now on, you don't need to wait around to board

the other elevators anymore. Just use mine.”