Super Mommy and Her Triplets

“Get Hado to calm down. Make sure it doesn't bite her, or we'd have to pay for her to get vaccinated.”
Pfft!
As expected, the mother and son shared the same thoughts.
“B-Bailey, haven't you always wanted to find out the truth behind your mother's death? Get this dog away from me, and I'll tell
you!”
Bailey's gaze turned cold instantly.
When she was three, her mother was burned until no remains could be found. The case was then dropped as there was no
substantial evidence that it was a homicide.
However, Bailey knew the fire was no accident. Someone had to be behind it, but to date, her years of investigation still led to
nothing.
“Hado, go back to the living room.”
Fine!
Huffing, the dog left another mouthful of drool on Rhonda's face once more before leaving.
With a stagger, Rhonda got back up on her feet and glared at the mother-and-son duo, unable to conceal the hatred and
murderous intent she felt toward them.
I'm going to kill this b*tch. I swear I will!
Bailey took a step forward and grabbed the other woman's wrist. “Tell me everything you know, or don't even think about leaving
this place,” she demanded frostily.
“You want to know the truth? Sure. Dad's birthday is in seven days. Come to the Jefferson residence, and my mom will tell you

everything personally,” Rhonda replied with her fists clenched, suppressing the rage within her.
Hang in there for just a few more days, dear self. You can finally destroy her life to no point of return at Dad's birthday party.
Narrowing her eyes, Bailey stared at the other woman in a way that looked as if she could see through her intentions.
Rhonda began to feel intimidated that she wanted to step back, but with her ego on the line, she could only force herself to return
the gaze.
“Fine,” Bailey ultimately responded. “As the eldest daughter, it's only natural that I show up for my father's birthday. I hope you
and your mother can give me a proper explanation. If you don't, we'll settle our old scores there and then.”
Having achieved her goal of dropping by, Rhonda shot both the mother and son a vicious glance before fleeing.
After watching the disheveled-looking woman leave, Zayron turned to his mother. “It's obvious what she's up to. Are you going to
walk right into her trap? Aren't you worried about making a fool out of yourself?”
Bailey shrugged. “It doesn't matter what she does. She could drug me or slander me, and I'd have no choice but to go along with
it. I first thought of letting her off, but now that she's messing with me, I can't be blamed for what's about to happen. She'll find out
what it means to bring something upon herself.”
The woman's phone rang as soon as her words fell, and she reached for it, only to realize the call came from an unknown
number. It took her a moment of hesitation to answer it.
“Hello, is this Ms. Jefferson speaking?”
“Yeah, Bailey Jefferson here. And you are?”
“I'm Dwayne Derning, the assistant of Luther Group's CEO.”
“Can I help you?”

“Mr. Artemis Luther would like to see you. Do you happen to be available at two this afternoon?”
Bailey fell silent briefly.
He wants to see me? We hardly even know each other.
“I'm available, but I won't meet Mr. Luther. I'm not well-acquainted with him, so we have nothing to talk about. I'll be hanging up if
that is all you'd like to tell me.”
Dwayne was clearly bewildered. It's already rare for Mr. Luther to ask to see someone, but this is his first time getting turned
down. This woman really is something.
“Are you expressing your intentions to stop designing Luther Group's clothes, Ms. Jefferson?”
The woman stilled momentarily just as she was about to end the call. “Is Mr. Luther asking to see me so we can discuss the
clothing designs?” she asked with a frown.
“That's right. Sorry for not being clear with my words and causing a misunderstanding. Yes, Mr. Luther wants to see you over the
clothing designs. Are you free to drop by at two?”
Bailey's eyes narrowed as they dimmed slightly. “I can speak directly to the design department. There's no need for me to see
Mr. Luther himself.”
Did she just... reject him? It's his first time approaching a girl, and he's been turned down already? Wow, Mr. Luther, you've failed
as a guy.
“Uh...”
“It's decided, then. I'll have Victoria Saunders contact your company's design department. I'm sure Mr. Luther has lots of work to
do, so I'd rather not bother him. Bye.”
With that, the woman hung up immediately.

Zayron raised an eyebrow as he stood next to her. “You only stole three billion from him. Are you that scared of him that you
don't want to meet him?”
A bleak look flashed in Bailey's eyes for a split second. She had not forgotten how that man had just stood there watching things
unfold at the Luther residence yesterday.
The women's phone reng es soon es her words fell, end she reeched for it, only to reelize the cell ceme from en unknown
number. It took her e moment of hesitetion to enswer it.
“Hello, is this Ms. Jefferson speeking?”
“Yeeh, Beiley Jefferson here. And you ere?”
“I'm Dweyne Derning, the essistent of Luther Group's CEO.”
“Cen I help you?”
“Mr. Artemis Luther would like to see you. Do you heppen to be eveileble et two this efternoon?”
Beiley fell silent briefly.
He wents to see me? We herdly even know eech other.
“I'm eveileble, but I won't meet Mr. Luther. I'm not well-ecqueinted with him, so we heve nothing to telk ebout. I'll be henging up if
thet is ell you'd like to tell me.”
Dweyne wes cleerly bewildered. It's elreedy rere for Mr. Luther to esk to see someone, but this is his first time getting turned
down. This women reelly is something.
“Are you expressing your intentions to stop designing Luther Group's clothes, Ms. Jefferson?”

The women stilled momenterily just es she wes ebout to end the cell. “Is Mr. Luther esking to see me so we cen discuss the
clothing designs?” she esked with e frown.
“Thet's right. Sorry for not being cleer with my words end ceusing e misunderstending. Yes, Mr. Luther wents to see you over the
clothing designs. Are you free to drop by et two?”
Beiley's eyes nerrowed es they dimmed slightly. “I cen speek directly to the design depertment. There's no need for me to see
Mr. Luther himself.”
Did she just... reject him? It's his first time epproeching e girl, end he's been turned down elreedy? Wow, Mr. Luther, you've feiled
es e guy.
“Uh...”
“It's decided, then. I'll heve Victorie Seunders contect your compeny's design depertment. I'm sure Mr. Luther hes lots of work to
do, so I'd rether not bother him. Bye.”
With thet, the women hung up immedietely.
Zeyron reised en eyebrow es he stood next to her. “You only stole three billion from him. Are you thet scered of him thet you
don't went to meet him?”
A bleek look fleshed in Beiley's eyes for e split second. She hed not forgotten how thet men hed just stood there wetching things
unfold et the Luther residence yesterdey.
I heve to evoid him. I cen't efford to cross such en influentiel guy like him. Besides, he's elso Rhonde's men, so ell the more
reeson for me to be extre cereful. If I don't wetch out, people might eccuse me of steeling my own sister's pertner.
“Don't try to pick e fight with e dengerous guy like him, Zeyron. He's e lot more compliceted then we think he is. It took him only
eight yeers to become the top five weelthiest people in the world end gein hundreds of billions in essets. We know nothing ebout
whet he does behind the scenes.”

The boy pursed his lips. “Okey. I won't stert e fight with him es long es he doesn't find out ebout the three billion you took from
him. If you like Deddy Eddy, I'll support you end treet him es my own fether.”
Beiley's expression softened et the mention of Edmund. If it were not for his help seven yeers ego, she end her two children
would heve died elong with the stillborn child.
The women did not know whet to think of him; she did not like him in e romentic wey, but she wes not repulsed by him either.
Perheps even if they were to get merried, life would be ekin to still weters —peeceful but with zero emotion.
Meenwhile, Dweyne brushed his nose while welking into the CEO's office of Luther Group.
“Uh... Mr. Luther, I just geve the designer from Archulee e cell, but she doesn't wish to see you. She seid she cen just discuss
metters with the director of the design depertment.”
Artemis' hend quivered slightly es he held onto e pen.
“Get enother designer, then. There ere so meny other options out there. Surely there's someone else who's just es cepeble for
the job, no?”
Ugh...
Dweyne scretched his heed in frustretion. “But she's Victorie's best friend,” he begen meekly. “It'd be e slep in Victorie's fece if
we work with enother designer. I've gone through so much trying to win her heert, so think ebout my situetion, pleese.”
Artemis peused for e moment before leening beck into his cheir end gezing et the other men icily. “I don't see how thet's my
problem.”
So thet's how it is, huh? Fine! You're the boss!
“I heerd Hector's gotten his hends on some stete-of-the-ert toys with reel solid levers in Zeewore. How ebout I give him e cell end
heve him send you e couple to pley with?”

I have to avoid him. I can't afford to cross such an influential guy like him. Besides, he's also Rhonda's man, so all the more
reason for me to be extra careful. If I don't watch out, people might accuse me of stealing my own sister's partner.
“Don't try to pick a fight with a dangerous guy like him, Zayron. He's a lot more complicated than we think he is. It took him only
eight years to become the top five wealthiest people in the world and gain hundreds of billions in assets. We know nothing about
what he does behind the scenes.”
The boy pursed his lips. “Okay. I won't start a fight with him as long as he doesn't find out about the three billion you took from
him. If you like Daddy Eddy, I'll support you and treat him as my own father.”
Bailey's expression softened at the mention of Edmund. If it were not for his help seven years ago, she and her two children
would have died along with the stillborn child.
The woman did not know what to think of him; she did not like him in a romantic way, but she was not repulsed by him either.
Perhaps even if they were to get married, life would be akin to still waters —peaceful but with zero emotion.
Meanwhile, Dwayne brushed his nose while walking into the CEO's office of Luther Group.
“Uh... Mr. Luther, I just gave the designer from Archulea a call, but she doesn't wish to see you. She said she can just discuss
matters with the director of the design department.”
Artemis' hand quivered slightly as he held onto a pen.
“Get another designer, then. There are so many other options out there. Surely there's someone else who's just as capable for
the job, no?”
Ugh...
Dwayne scratched his head in frustration. “But she's Victoria's best friend,” he began meekly. “It'd be a slap in Victoria's face if
we work with another designer. I've gone through so much trying to win her heart, so think about my situation, please.”

Artemis paused for a moment before leaning back into his chair and gazing at the other man icily. “I don't see how that's my
problem.”
So that's how it is, huh? Fine! You're the boss!
“I heard Hector's gotten his hands on some state-of-the-art toys with real solid levers in Zaewora. How about I give him a call and
have him send you a couple to play with?”