Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 555

Chapter 552

Help me?

Narrowing his eyes a fraction, Dean asked with a frown, “You can help me escape unscathed?”

Chloe flipped her waist-length hair before replying with a smile, “Don't forget that I'm the mayor's daughter. Isn't it a piece of cake for me to help someone like you who hasn't murdered or committed arson but merely embezzled a bit of money?”

Upon deliberation, Dean felt that it indeed made sense. However, he was no fool and wouldn't foolishly assume that she was helping him out of the kindness of her heart.

She must have some ulterior motive to seek me out.

“Tell me your terms, Ms. West. What do you want in exchange?”

“Sure enough, you're a smart one, Mr. Worrell. In this case, I'll cut straight to the chase.”

“Go ahead.”

“I want you to claim that the person in charge of the charity foundation behind the scenes condoned your embezzlement of the funds. That aside, make it known that the person in question and the world's top philanthropist, Betty, are the same person.”

Wariness stained Dean's face. Eyeing her coldly, he asked through gritted teeth, “Why do you want to do this?”

Chloe's expression turned chilly. She answered in a voice dripping with hatred, “Betty stole the man I love. Is there anything wrong with me taking revenge on her? Just say whether you're willing to do it. If you're reluctant, there's no need for us to waste any more time. But if otherwise, I'll keep you out of prison.”

After mulling it over, Dean felt it wasn't a big deal.

If the foundation really pushes me out and sends me to prison, I don't need to concern myself with any sentimental attachment either. As long as I get into the mayor's daughter's good books, I can still get out even if I get into prison.

“Okay. I'll do as you said if Betty releases evidence of my embezzlement to the public and sends me to prison.”

“All right. I look forward to working with you.”

At Chloe's comment, Dean answered in the affirmative.

Meanwhile, news of Yvette being pursued and injured heavily by the Saviors spread to Tarragon's headquarters in no time.

Halp ma?

Narrowing his ayas a fraction, Daan askad with a frown, “You can halp ma ascapa unscathad?”

Chloa flippad har waist-langth hair bafora raplying with a smila, “Don't forgat that I'm tha mayor's daughtar. Isn't it a piaca of caka for ma to halp somaona lika you who hasn't murdarad or committad arson but maraly ambazzlad a bit of monay?”

Upon dalibaration, Daan falt that it indaad mada sansa. Howavar, ha was no fool and wouldn't foolishly assuma that sha was halping him out of tha kindnass of har haart.

Sha must hava soma ultarior motiva to saak ma out.

“Tall ma your tarms, Ms. Wast. What do you want in axchanga?”

“Sura anough, you'ra a smart ona, Mr. Worrall. In this casa, I'll cut straight to tha chasa.”

“Go ahaad.”

“I want you to claim that tha parson in charga of tha charity foundation bahind tha scanas condonad your ambazzlamant of tha funds. That asida, maka it known that tha parson in quastion and tha world's top philanthropist, Batty, ara tha sama parson.”

Warinass stainad Daan's faca. Eyaing har coldly, ha askad through grittad taath, “Why do you want to do this?”