Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

That question caught the stymied Rhonda completely off-guard and caused her to regard her counterpart in utter bafflement.

What's eating this old woman this time around? Don't tell me that Bailey had managed to piss her off again?

That very thought of that greatly pleased Rhonda, as the more abrasive Bailey was, the worse the latter's chances of marrying into the Luther family would be. That was exactly the sort of outcome that Rhonda was clamoring to see.

“Trained in medicine? I've never heard that she was. Why, Mrs. Luther? What's she up to now?”

Felicity glared at her, fuming. “How did you Jeffersons beget such a shameless daughter? Without any clinical experience or professional certification, what makes her think that reading a couple of medical books would be enough to enable her to perform a craniotomy on yourgranddad? She even went as far as to declare that she was capable of delivering a fifty percent success rate in the procedure. Hmph. What a massive joke.

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The astonished Rhonda regarded her with eyes gawking. She then replied in a quivering voice, “How is it possible for Bailey to understand how to perform craniotomy? She has never even gone anywhere near this field of expertise before.”

Curse you, Bailey, you little b*tch. Are you seeking to steal my thunder? D*mn you! Just die, why don't you!

In order to pacify that old pervert Cadence, there was no quantifying how much hardship she had to endure every single day. She thus saw Bailey's abrupt attempt to supplant Cadence as an attempt to doom her.

Should that b*tch succeed, all my earlier efforts would go down the drain. On top of that, it is possible that any dirt Cadence may have on me could wind up reducing me into his plaything.

After staving off the bouts of giddiness that washed over her, she clasped Felicity's arms with some urgency. “Could she possibly be thinking of taking advantage of this opportunity to take Granddad's life because of her personal feud with you? Typically, such high-risk procedures could not commence without first signing an indemnity form, so even if she did cause Granddad to die, she couldn't be prosecuted for it.”

That comment from her only added fuel to Felicity's fire. “Must I be reminded of this consequence as though I don't already know it? Now, help me figure out a way by which I could keep that woman away from your Granddad and prevent her from killing him.”

Pursing her lips, Rhonda fell silent for a while before her eyes lit up. “I've got it. A life-saving profession like this must surely require relevant qualifications, Mrs. Luther, so why don't you have someone look into whether Bailey is licensed to practice? If she isn't, you should be able to report her to the authorities and have her arrested and charged once she assumes responsibilities for Granddad's treatment proper.”

Haha. Clever girl, coming up with something like this. You've been digging your own grave, Bailey Jefferson, so bury yourself deep and die well in there. It'd be best if you don't have any bones remaining afterward, or I'll surely crush them to dust as well.

After Felicity heard those words, her face evoked a hint of glee.

“Oh my. How did I not think of that? You're so smart, Ronni. All right then. I'd have someone go investigate immediately to see whether Bailey is licensed to practice medicine, and if she isn't, I'll have her thrown into prison for being in violation of the law.”

Rhonda's lips curled up into a smile. With an old hag like her who despises Bailey as much as she does around, Bailey can forget about ever establishing herself in Hallsbay. Someday, Felicity will definitely chase Bailey out of town.

Over at the Luther Group's HR department, Victoria had her head buried inside a pile of documents. The entire office was so deathly quiet that the shuffling sound of pages being flipped could vaguely be heard.

Her workload had suddenly doubled ever since she took over Bailey's duties.

A summary of the media companies under LG Corporation.

When she saw that document, her body shuddered. A name that had been confined to the recesses of her mind was suddenly jolted back to the fore, and it slowly ebbed away at her nerves and faculty of reason.

“I can see that standing there and running your mouth obviously isn't too tiring for you. Why don't you try getting busy like me for two days straight and find out for yourself?” Victoria snorted in retort.

“All right, all right. I know that it's been tough on you. Haven't I just bought your favorite treats to reward you with?”

With that, she strode over to the coffee table and unpacked the boxes from the bags. “This sort of chili might be addictive, but it's too caloric dense. You ought to eat it less often going forward.”

Embracing her once more, Victoria looked at her intently for a while before she pursed her own lips. “You've never told me about any of the numerous secret identities you had, sweetie. To think that you were actually the internationally renowned Anonymous! Word has it that you learned everything you know about surgery from the trailblazing Cataleya Moore. That is absolutely insane, darling. How did I ever get acquainted with a Big Shot like you?”

Bailey twitched her lips. This woman is flying off the rails again.

“Well, are you going to eat this, or not, because I'm going to have to dump it in the trash otherwise?”

“Don't.” Victoria immediately reached out to hold her by the arms and rocked her coquettishly. “My dear Bailey. What other high-profile personas do you have? I want a complete lowdown for all of them at once.”

Smiling haplessly, Bailey reached out to caress the back of her friend's head provocatively. “Since I'm a Big Shot, then shouldn't my layers of secrets unravel one at a time? What's there to look forward to if I were to reveal them all in a single sitting? On your part, you'll just have to keep your doggone eyes peeled.”

“Boring. I'd just go look it up online later when I get back in to see what other elusive Big Shots there are out there in the world.”

Shaking her head, the genial Bailey sought to change the subject. “So, Vicky. Have you finally made up your mind to move on from Lionel?”