Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“I really don't know,” Dodi responded with a sigh. “Mr. Luther, I'd like to help you, but my father was the only person who saw Anonymous three years ago. She was wearing a mask when she arrived at the palace so no one could see her face. All I know is that she's a woman.”

The corners of Artemis' lips twitched.

F*ck! Of course I know she's a woman. I don't need him to remind me of that fact!

“Then try to fish information from your father. He was the patient, so he should know who did the craniotomy for him back then.”

Seemingly conflicted, Dodi remarked, “Even you failed to make him talk, so why would you think I can do that? Mr. Luther, I'll give you a concession of two percent so you can earn billions. In return, stop torturing me. I can't help you!”

Arching a brow, Artemis stopped insisting and said, “Fine. I won't force you, but I'll find another company to import petroleum for the next half of the year. We can collaborate again in the future.”

“Don't do that!” Dodi sat up hastily and put on a solemn expression. “I'll go to my father and tell him that the businesses under Luther Group will pull out of Eskaria if he refused to spill Anonymous' identity. That will make him talk.”

Artemis' lips curved into a sly grin as a calculative look appeared in his gaze.

“Prince Dodi, you're observant and flexible, so I believe you'll accede to the throne one day. I hope we can collaborate in the future.”

Dodi's lips twitched.

He's indeed a sly fox, as everyone claims. Crafty and cunning, he sets up a trap without even blinking. I didn't pay attention and ended up falling into the trap he set for me.

“I do hope so, Mr. Luther. After this matter comes to an end, I hope you'll hold on to your word and help me accede to the throne.”

Artemis chuckled. “No problem. What about the two percent concession you mentioned earlier? Does it still count?”

The veins on Dodi's forehead throbbed as he clenched his jaw furiously.

He's not going to suffer any losses, huh? No, he refuses to let any profit slip past his hands.

Forcing a smile, he answered, “Yes, of course. This is a completely different matter. I shall ask my men to change the contract so you'll get a concession of two percent.”

“I reolly don't know,” Dodi responded with o sigh. “Mr. Luther, I'd like to help you, but my fother wos the only person who sow Anonymous three yeors ogo. She wos weoring o mosk when she orrived ot the poloce so no one could see her foce. All I know is thot she's o womon.”

The corners of Artemis' lips twitched.

F*ck! Of course I know she's o womon. I don't need him to remind me of thot foct!

“Then try to fish informotion from your fother. He wos the potient, so he should know who did the croniotomy for him bock then.”

Seemingly conflicted, Dodi remorked, “Even you foiled to moke him tolk, so why would you think I con do thot? Mr. Luther, I'll give you o concession of two percent so you con eorn billions. In return, stop torturing me. I con't help you!”

Arching o brow, Artemis stopped insisting ond soid, “Fine. I won't force you, but I'll find onother compony to import petroleum for the next holf of the yeor. We con colloborote ogoin in the future.”

“Don't do thot!” Dodi sot up hostily ond put on o solemn expression. “I'll go to my fother ond tell him thot the businesses under Luther Group will pull out of Eskorio if he refused to spill Anonymous' identity. Thot will moke him tolk.”

Artemis' lips curved into o sly grin os o colculotive look oppeored in his goze.

“Prince Dodi, you're observont ond flexible, so I believe you'll occede to the throne one doy. I hope we con colloborote in the future.”

Dodi's lips twitched.

He's indeed o sly fox, os everyone cloims. Crofty ond cunning, he sets up o trop without even blinking. I didn't poy ottention ond ended up folling into the trop he set for me.

“I do hope so, Mr. Luther. After this motter comes to on end, I hope you'll hold on to your word ond help me occede to the throne.”

Artemis chuckled. “No problem. Whot obout the two percent concession you mentioned eorlier? Does it still count?”

The veins on Dodi's foreheod throbbed os he clenched his jow furiously.

He's not going to suffer ony losses, huh? No, he refuses to let ony profit slip post his honds.

Flashing a slight smile, Bailey allowed Edmund to drag her to the couch across from Glen.

They had just sat down when Glen asked, “Young lady, is your mother Sophia Carr? And your maternal grandmother Holly Carr?”

Bailey stiffened as the smile on her lips froze.

Does Old Mr. Chivers know my mother and granny? That's impossible. Granny got pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to a child whose father's identity remained unknown. Thus, she was chased out of her family. She came to Hallsbay with her daughter alone and worked hard to bring her up. Granny was fairly far down the social pecking order. There's no way she knew Old Mr. Chivers.

Curious, she asked, “Old Mr. Chivers, are you and Granny friends?”

“Well.” Glen sighed and revealed, “Holly has had a hard life. She drifted from place to place and endured many hardships. When she was young, I happened to run into her after she fainted outside the Chivers residence. I learned about her plight and allowed her to stay in the residence temporarily.”

Bailey was taken aback, for she had no idea about the history between her grandmother and the Chivers family.

“Thank you for saving them, Old Mr. Chivers. Otherwise, my granny and mother would've died on the streets, and I wouldn't have existed in this world,” she said gratefully.

Waving his hand, Glen continued, “Rumors can be deadly. After I took them in, society started criticizing me for having a messy personal life and giving birth to an illegitimate child. Hallsbay was in an uproar, so my father caved in and forced me to do a paternity test at the Notary Public Office. That quelled the rumors.”

Bailey's fists balled up. After a brief hesitance, she asked tentatively, “What happened after that? Did my granny leave the Chivers residence?”

“Yes.” Glen nodded. “She said I was kind enough to save her and her daughter's life. Despite wanting to stay and repay my favor, she was worried that her existence would bring trouble to me, so she left with her daughter.”

Taking a deep breath, Bailey tamped the turmoil of emotions in her heart and rasped out, “My granny worked at the bank for most of her life in middle-level management. If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who arranged for her to get this job.”

“Yes. I sympathized with their plight and arranged everything for her. They had no one else to rely on. How else could they survive in the cruel and harsh world?”

Bailey lowered her gaze.

Granny never told me about Old Mr. Chivers. Perhaps she didn't want to be connected to the Chivers family and affect Old Mr. Chivers' reputation. What about the favor she owed Old Mr. Chivers one as he saved her life?