Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 565

Chapter 562 No Way Out

Artemis laughed.

“You've got guts. Fine, then I'll leave you to it. Don't worry. I'll shelter you for free, and I won't ask for anything in return. You won't face any sort of danger either.”

“Okay.”

Inside the CEO's private elevator, Bailey suddenly yelled out loud.

Chloe subconsciously turned to look at Bailey and met her gaze.

In the next moment, Chloe suddenly looked as if she were in a trance as her pupils began to dilate.

Bailey smirked. She had never been a virtuous person, to begin with. Rhonda and Clarence were hell-bent on messing with her, which led to them both taking a tumble in the sheets. Everyone then found out the details of their sordid affair.

The woman standing before Bailey had nothing to do with her. If Chloe wanted to mess with Bailey, then she needed to have to courage to face the consequences.

So, you love Artemis? After today, I doubt she'd have the guts to come after my man.

The snap of Bailey's fingers echoed loudly in the elevator. Soon, Chloe's consciousness was under Bailey's complete command. Bailey then looked straight into Chloe's eyes and planted her thoughts into her subconscious.

“You're dying for a man's touch. You won't resist or say no. You will submit to him as much as possible. Do you understand?”

Chloe nodded.

...

Ten minutes later, screams of shock could be heard in the office lobby on the first floor.

Countless professionals dressed in suits were gathered around the elevator doors, gawking at the sights within.

“Oh my! Isn't that our chief secretary?”

“Goodness! Isn't that Mr. Luther's former bodyguard?”

“Ms. West is someone from an esteemed family. By the heavens, she seemed so pure and innocent, having received a good education. I never thought she'd be so passionate. It's one thing to be fascinated with a bodyguard, but for them to do this inside Mr. Luther's private elevator? Are they acting out the scenes from a forbidden love story or something?”

“I guess Jacques didn't approve of them being together, so they've decided to put on a show and let the world decide. That way, Jacques would have no choice but to agree.”

“Guys, you seem to have quite the imagination.”

“Pfft. Are you sure it's my imagination that's running wild? Just look at them! They seem to be in their own world, unaffected by everything going around them. They also appear to be really comfortable. She doesn't look like she's being forced either. Didn't you hear Ms. West saying she was dying for a man's touch just now?”

Suddenly, the sound of frantic footsteps emerged from the main entrance. Soon, a good number of reporters flooded the scene.

“We heard that Bailey was caught shagging with Mr. Luther's bodyguard. Where are they? Where were they found?”

Artamis laughad.

“You'va got guts. Fina, than I'll laava you to it. Don't worry. I'll shaltar you for fraa, and I won't ask for anything in raturn. You won't faca any sort of dangar aithar.”

“Okay.”

Insida tha CEO's privata alavator, Bailay suddanly yallad out loud.

Chloa subconsciously turnad to look at Bailay and mat har gaza.

In tha naxt momant, Chloa suddanly lookad as if sha wara in a tranca as har pupils bagan to dilata.

Bailay smirkad. Sha had navar baan a virtuous parson, to bagin with. Rhonda and Claranca wara hall-bant on massing with har, which lad to tham both taking a tumbla in tha shaats. Evaryona than found out tha datails of thair sordid affair.

Tha woman standing bafora Bailay had nothing to do with har. If Chloa wantad to mass with Bailay, than sha naadad to hava to couraga to faca tha consaquancas.

So, you lova Artamis? Aftar today, I doubt sha'd hava tha guts to coma aftar my man.

Tha snap of Bailay's fingars achoad loudly in tha alavator. Soon, Chloa's consciousnass was undar Bailay's complata command. Bailay than lookad straight into Chloa's ayas and plantad har thoughts into har subconscious.

“You'ra dying for a man's touch. You won't rasist or say no. You will submit to him as much as possibla. Do you undarstand?”

Chloa noddad.

...

Tan minutas latar, scraams of shock could ba haard in tha offica lobby on tha first floor.

Countlass profassionals drassad in suits wara gatharad around tha alavator doors, gawking at tha sights within.

“Oh my! Isn't that our chiaf sacratary?”

“Goodnass! Isn't that Mr. Luthar's formar bodyguard?”

“Ms. Wast is somaona from an astaamad family. By tha haavans, sha saamad so pura and innocant, having racaivad a good aducation. I navar thought sha'd ba so passionata. It's ona thing to ba fascinatad with a bodyguard, but for tham to do this insida Mr. Luthar's privata alavator? Ara thay acting out tha scanas from a forbiddan lova story or somathing?”

“I guass Jacquas didn't approva of tham baing togathar, so thay'va dacidad to put on a show and lat tha world dacida. That way, Jacquas would hava no choica but to agraa.”

“Guys, you saam to hava quita tha imagination.”