Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Waylon wore a cheerless expression as he glanced around nervously.

Closing her own fists into a steady grip, Beatrice did her best to keep her own emotions in check. Then, she spoke as calmly as she could. “Don't trouble yourself. I've already sent away all the helpers to other parts of the house, so go ahead and speak your mind.”

Waylon kept his voice low. “The paternity report states that Ms. Bailey isn't Mr. Jefferson's daughter. W-What's going on here? I've been with the Jefferson family for over ten years. Back then, Mr. Jefferson's ex-wife had indeed conceived his child. How is it that the both of them turned out to be biologically unrelated?”

“Needless to say, Sophia must have cheated on Clarence with another man before she ran back to him, claiming that the child is his. I'm afraid your poor employer has spent the last few dozen years raising someone else's daughter,” uttered Beatrice scornfully with a laugh.

“T-Then, should we not inform Mr. Jefferson about this?”

“You'd think?” Beatrice glared at him frostily as she bellowed. “Hasn't it occurred to you that the realization that he had helped raise the b*stard conceived through his own wife's infidelity might give Clarence a heart attack? Keep this to yourself and do not tell anyone else about it, do you hear?”

You must be kidding me. Should Clarence learn that Bailey isn't his biological offspring, wouldn't he have someone dig up everything that happened back in the day? If he were to find out that his real daughter is with the Shurmer family, how am I to continue to coerce Zoey into doing my bidding? Should this issue blow up and the Shurmer family finds out that Bailey is actually their kid, it will only get harder for me to deal with that little b*tch going forward.

Waylon was somewhat hesitant. “Mr. Jefferson has been nothing but great to me, so I don't feel comfortable keeping this from him.”

Beatrice got to her feet slowly. She then picked up a check off the table and approached him. “Here's one million. Would this be enough to ease your guilty conscience?”

That offer of all that money made Waylon's eyes light up. After briefly feigning a troubled look on his face, he purposefully gnashed his teeth. “I suppose it might be better if I withheld this from Mr. Jefferson in consideration of his health.”

“That's more like it.” Beatrice smiled elegantly while she slipped the check in her hand into his pocket. “You're a smart man, Dr. Zellman, so I trust that you'll keep that promise. Carry on with your business, and pretend that nothing has happened here.”

“Y-Yes. Of course.”

After Waylon exited, a vicious smile rippled across Beatrice's face.

Zoey might be inclined to spare Bailey before, but after this, she will have no choice but to eliminate Bailey or risk losing both her status and everything she owns. This show is only getting started. Apart from my daughter, no one else deserves to marry into the Luther family. No one!

In the private room of a café by the corner of the street, Scarlett raged at the personal bodyguard who was kneeling on one knee. “I'm the one who is paying you your salary, Joran, so why are you taking orders from my brother? Did you forget who was the one who saved you and brought you here to the Fletcher family?”

Joran's head remained lowered. “It's my fault. Please chastise me as you deem fit, Ms. Fletcher.”

That elicited a subdued sigh from Scarlett. “Oh, forget it. What's the point of blaming you? It's not as though you are in a position to defy my brother's orders in the first place. Go on and get yourself up already.”

Joran hesitated before he slowly straightened himself upright. “What should we do next, Ms. Fletcher? Now that I'm now being watched closely by Mr. Fletcher, I won't be able to send my own men to silence Veronique and her son anymore. He'll be informed straight away and would surely seek to stop me should I try anything.”

With her hands clasped tightly around her coffee cup, Scarlett showed a chillingly nefarious look in her eyes. “Since you can't mobilize your own subordinates, we'll just have to spend the money to enlist the help of outsiders. Don't the Saviors specialize in dealing with this sort of dirty business? For the right price, they'd be able to hand the head of the person their client wants on a platter, so go to them and reach out to the one in charge.”

Joran's eyes lit up. “That reminds me. I have a friend who is with one of the Saviors' branches. He told me that they were now led by a man named Veikko. I'll get in touch with that buddy of mine and have him help facilitate this right away.”