Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 113

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 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.”