Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112 Accept Your Fate

Raiden's expression immediately darkened as he squinted at Artemis, his lips curling up in a mocking smile.

"Sure, burn it. I'll get a new one from her. I heard you two are giving each other the cold shoulder now. I bet she hasn't given you any of the clothes she made, has she? I remember she made at least four or five sets, more than enough for you to burn. Even if I go ask her for them, you wouldn't dare to stop me, would you?"

Artemis tightened his fists, the sound of his teeth grinding echoing with irritation.

This rascal sure knows how to take advantage of my current feud with Bailey, leveraging every opportunity he can find.

The infuriating part was, Artemis couldn't stop it.

Two bodyguards entered from outside, signaling for Raiden to leave.

With a smile, Raiden glanced at Artemis, who sat on the couch like a statue, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "It seems you're quite happy for me to go ask Bailey for a couple more shirts, Mr. Luther. Fine then, I was actually worried about not having a reason to see her. Now that you've helped me out, I really should thank you."

Artemis suddenly looked up, squinting at Raiden.

Even though he really wanted to strip the man of his clothes, he was right. If Artemis touched his clothes, he could just go to Bailey for new ones.

He was already at the end of his tether with one thing, and if another were to happen, he might just snap.

This shirt, personally sewn by Bailey, hasn't even graced my wardrobe, and yet this fellow managed to wear it before I did! He only took one, and it's already fueling an unreasonable level of jealousy. Add another shirt to that, well...

Observing Raiden being guided out of the study by two bodyguards, Artemis clenched his teeth and remarked, "Mr. Fletcher has endured a long and exhausting journey. Instruct the butler to arrange a comfortable guest room for him. As for his attire, I must admit, it's quite aesthetically pleasing and suits him well. It would be a shame to burn them, so let him keep the clothes."

Raiden looked at the now subdued Artemis, relishing his victory.

This guy, leveraging his history with Bailey, has been a real headache. Finally turning the tables on him feels so satisfying.

"Mr. Luther, do you also think this outfit suits me? Well then, I'll pay Bailey a visit sometime and request a couple more from her. Now, no man dares to dictate to her. She should be completely free. I'm confident that if I ask her to make clothes for me, she'd agree without hesitation."

The taunting words reverberated in his ears, and Artemis was so agitated that he could hardly remain seated. Abruptly, he leaped up from the couch.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared if Raiden took an additional piece of clothing from Bailey. But now...

He was consumed with uncertainty.

"Is Mrs. Luther awake?" Artemis called out loudly to the outside.

Almost instantly, a respectful reply came, "Yes, Mrs. Luther has awakened and has directed the butler to bring food to the bedroom."

Artemis paced back and forth on the spot a few times. Ultimately unable to contain his impatience, he strode out of the study.

Within the bedroom, the housekeeper arranged food on the table.

Bailey rested against the head of the bed, her eyes slightly closed, deep in contemplation.

Ding!

The phone lying nearby suddenly rang. She reached out for it casually. Upon opening her eyes and glimpsing the screen, she instinctively furrowed her brows.

It was a news alert, presenting fresh gossip from the internet, pertaining to her.

Bailey, whose skills were recognized by Traceless, was taken on as an apprentice. He shared all his knowledge about the art of disguise with her, offering a comprehensive education. Unfortunately, she displayed ingratitude. When Traceless' sole son was abducted, and the captors sought a ransom, she hesitated. Disregarding her master's child, she demonstrated neither compassion nor righteousness. She proved unworthy of being a disciple.