Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446

Shannon bit her lip hard.

How can this be? How is this possible? I've been living in Tarragon's headquarters, yet I've never met or interacted with the new leader. How did Shannon gain his protection and make him bear all the pressure to pardon her for her crimes?

“I want to meet our leader. Lord Euchler, help me to get in touch with him and tell him that I'm looking for him.”

“That's...”

Daniel was a little hesitant.

The leader has never shown himself. We all know that Tarragon has a mysterious boss, but no one has ever seen his face. Over the years, he has never appeared at the headquarters, leaving Holden and Micah to handle all of Tarragon's affairs. If I'm being honest, I'm a little terrified of the secretive head of this organization.

“You're putting me in a tight spot. Even Micah and Holden wouldn't be able to ask him to show himself, so what makes you think I'll be capable of doing so?”

Yvette gritted her teeth and uttered bitterly, “I'm the victim of this assassination. Even if he wants to spare Shannon's life, shouldn't he be asking for my approval first? I don't care. Since it happened on your turf, you'll have to give me a satisfactory answer. And if you can't, you can forget about being the head of this branch. I may be powerless against the leader, but it'll be a piece of cake for me to drag you down with me!”

Daniel's expression froze.

He did not doubt her threat in the slightest.

As the daughter of the previous head, she was once Tarragon's most distinguished princess. Despite her father's death, she still wielded considerable influence within the headquarters.

That was also why Micah and Holden dared not lay a finger on her.

“Don't get mad, Ms. Sullivan. All right. I'll agree to it. I'll help you contact him now and ask him to meet you or talk to you on the phone.”

Yvette's expression finally eased.

As long as I get to speak to the leader, I'm confident I can persuade him to execute Shannon as soon as possible.

Over at a resort on Belmonia Island, Lionel had on sunglasses and a pair of binoculars in his hand as he observed a hanging bridge some distance away.

“Has there been any strange activity lately on her end?”

Hearing the question, the man in black next to him quickly inclined his head politely before answering, “Ms. Saunders leads a simple life and never initiates conversation with others. She has been on the island for quite a few days, and she spends most of her time sitting on the end of the bridge by herself and gazing at the sea.”

Suddenly, Lionel frowned.

He had spotted a young man pass by in front of Victoria on a bicycle. Then, the man stopped and appeared to greet her.

Lionel did not know what they said to each other, but the young man proceeded to get off the bicycle and hand it to Victoria.

She was smiling. Her bright smile lit up her pretty face, and she looked radiant and charming.

A second later, she hopped onto the bicycle and started riding it on the bridge.

As it turned out, she did not fall. It was not because she mastered the art of controlling the bicycle but because a tall figure dashed out to grab ahold of the vehicle with one hand and wrap the other arm around her.

She was startled as a familiar scent greeted her.

When she returned to her senses, she broke away from the man's grip and got off the bicycle. Then, she spun around and headed toward the stairs.

Lionel frowned. He flung aside the bicycle, caught up to her in just a few steps, and hugged her from behind.

“Let's talk.”

Victoria's body stiffened, and her muscles tensed up. An invisible aversion spread through her limbs. Then, exerting all of her strength, she tried to use her arms to free herself from his embrace.

The man behind her repeated, “Let's talk.”

After several failed attempts to free herself, she eventually gave up. In a frosty tone, she said, “What would a wealthy man and his mistress have to say to each other? Please have some respect, Mr. Gezmond.”

Her words stabbed his heart like a knife, and his expression turned grim.

“I'm not married, so we don't have that sort of relationship. Please don't sully yourself, Victoria.”

The cold expression on her face changed, and she chuckled softly. “Who's sullying whom, may I ask? Have you forgotten what you did to me?”