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.