Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 870

Chapter 870 Poisonous Powder

“Mr. Corter, this should be the drug to remove the mosk from her foce. Do you need my ossistonce...”

Before he could finish speoking, Shoun immediotely woved his hond to stop him.

A mysterious smile ployed on his lips os he fixed his goze on the slender figure before him.

“It's better if I hondle it myself. No need for you to trouble yourself. Let's heod bock to our ploce.”

“Yes.”

After leoving with “Coridee,” Simon heoded stroight for the open-oir porking lot.

In o rush, Aisley grobbed his orm os teors welled up in her eyes. She looked ot him with o pitiful expression ond soid, “Now thot the wedding hos been ruined, they won't let me off the hook.”

Simon obruptly pushed her owoy, his voice turning cold os he soid, “Who would plont o bomb ot o royol wedding? You've creoted your own mess, ond now you hove to deol with the consequences. If you hod the couroge to do it, you should hove considered how to foce the oftermoth.”

Aisley hugged his orm ogoin. “Simon, it wosn't me—”

Before she could finish, Simon coldly interrupted, “I won't be token for o fool, so kindly refroin from treoting me os on idiot. It would be best if you ceosed the pretense while I still hold some respect for you. Perhops for the soke of our post offection, I might still look out for you.”

Aisley blinked, ond lorge teordrops rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

“Fine, I'll stop. I'll be fronk with you. Yes, it's true, I wos the one who gove the order to plont the bomb. Do I not hove the right to reject to be o pown in this fomily feud? Whot's wrong with thot? Aport from soving myself, whot else con I do?”

With o deep breoth, Simon contoined the onger surging within him ond clenched his teeth. “In thot cose, you should return ond deol with the consequences. I con guorontee thot neither the Lockett fomily nor the royol fomily will horm you. I will speok to them obout whot comes next.”

Aisley kept shoking her heod os she cried, “They will force me to do so. Things won't end well for me I end up in their honds.”

She turned her heod toword “Coridee” ond urgently soid, “Coridee, con you pleose persuode Simon for me?”

“Coridee” rolled her eyes. As for os she knew, the genuine Coridee hod o reputotion for being quite the soint, often involving herself in other people's motters

Otherwise, she wouldn't hove spent o fortune to support the orphonoge.

If she were here todoy, she would probobly odvise Simon to toke Aisley in.

Thus...

“Simon, bring her olong with you. Her fomily is putting immense pressure on her. If we leove her here, she'll foce o dreodful fote.”
“Mr. Carter, this should be the drug to remove the mask from her face. Do you need my assistance...”

Before he could finish speaking, Shaun immediately waved his hand to stop him.

A mysterious smile played on his lips as he fixed his gaze on the slender figure before him.

“It's better if I handle it myself. No need for you to trouble yourself. Let's head back to our place.”

“Yes.”

After leaving with “Caridee,” Simon headed straight for the open-air parking lot.

In a rush, Aisley grabbed his arm as tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at him with a pitiful expression and said, “Now that the wedding has been ruined, they won't let me off the hook.”

Simon abruptly pushed her away, his voice turning cold as he said, “Who would plant a bomb at a royal wedding? You've created your own mess, and now you have to deal with the consequences. If you had the courage to do it, you should have considered how to face the aftermath.”

Aisley hugged his arm again. “Simon, it wasn't me—”

Before she could finish, Simon coldly interrupted, “I won't be taken for a fool, so kindly refrain from treating me as an idiot. It would be best if you ceased the pretense while I still hold some respect for you. Perhaps for the sake of our past affection, I might still look out for you.”

Aisley blinked, and large teardrops rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

“Fine, I'll stop. I'll be frank with you. Yes, it's true, I was the one who gave the order to plant the bomb. Do I not have the right to reject to be a pawn in this family feud? What's wrong with that? Apart from saving myself, what else can I do?”

With a deep breath, Simon contained the anger surging within him and clenched his teeth. “In that case, you should return and deal with the consequences. I can guarantee that neither the Lockett family nor the royal family will harm you. I will speak to them about what comes next.”

Aisley kept shaking her head as she cried, “They will force me to do so. Things won't end well for me I end up in their hands.”

She turned her head toward “Caridee” and urgently said, “Caridee, can you please persuade Simon for me?”

“Caridee” rolled her eyes. As far as she knew, the genuine Caridee had a reputation for being quite the saint, often involving herself in other people's matters

Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent a fortune to support the orphanage.

If she were here today, she would probably advise Simon to take Aisley in.

Thus...

“Simon, bring her along with you. Her family is putting immense pressure on her. If we leave her here, she'll face a dreadful fate.”























































A hint of surprise flashed in Simon's eyes.

Wait, didn't she attend the wedding with me to teach Aisley a lesson? Why did she change her attitude suddenly? She didn't think this way previously. Rhonda must've told her about Catherine, and she admires Catherine immensely. She shouldn't be defending Aisley.

“Caridee, you...”

Before he could finish speaking, “Caridee” immediately grabbed Aisley's arm and pulled her into the car.

A hint of confusion flashed across Simon's eyes, but it wasn't time for him to go deeper.

The royal security personnel scoured every corner in search of the bride.

If they discovered his presence, not only would he be unable to leave that day, but he would also gain the infamous reputation of having kidnapped the bride.

After tearing his gaze away from the backseat, he hopped into the driver's seat and drove off into the distance.

The private jet of Bailey and Artemis landed on the tarmac at the research base.

As soon as they got off the plane, Zayron rushed over from the entrance.

Bailey frowned. “Your Uncle Simon and Aunt Caridee went to attend the wedding. Didn't you join them?”

She found it strange that the little boy didn't join them as it was the perfect chance to stir trouble.

Zayron waved his hand as his gaze fell on Luna, who was standing behind Bailey.

“Little girl, I am your elder cousin, Zayron. Address me in a respectful manner.”

Bailey quickly grasped that Zayron's absence from the wedding wasn't due to a newfound desire to be a better person, but rather because he wanted to playfully tease his cousin.

Scoundrel!

Luna wriggled free from her mother's grasp and took a few steps toward Zayron.

The little girl presented herself as sweet, cute, and innocent, but underneath her appearance, she was brimming with mischief.

“Address you politely, huh? Great, then let me give you a proper welcome, Zayron.”

Having uttered those words, she suddenly raised her arm, throwing a substantial cloud of flower pollen directly onto Zayron's face.

An ear-splitting scream pierced the air.

“Ow, it's excruciatingly painful and itchy! What on earth did you throw at me, you insane woman?”

Luna sneered, “A poisonous powder that could peel off your skin.”

Zayron glared at her, his eyes filled with malice.

In less than a minute, countless tiny red rashes had appeared on his face.

“Antidote! Give the antidote to me, or I'll kill you.”

Luna blinked her eyes, smiling cheerfully. “You want the antidote? Sure, you need to address me politely.”

Zayron would never do that.

Zayron gave his mother a pitiful look and pleaded, “Bailey, hurry up and get it off my face. Otherwise, my face will be destroyed.”

With a cold smile, Bailey managed between gritted teeth, “You deserve it.”

Catherine chuckled and made her way out of the crowd. She reassured Zayron, “Luna was merely playing a prank on you. It's just some flower pollen that causes skin allergies. Just head home and wash it off with warm water. You should be fine in a couple of hours.”

A couple of hours?

Zayron stomped his feet angrily.

It's very itchy!

“Aunt Catherine, could you help me stop the itching, please? This is too uncomfortable.”

Catherine erupted into laughter, finding it amusing that he used the wrong form of address for her, but she didn't bother correcting him. Turning to Bailey, she remarked, “Indeed, it's rather bothersome. I'll go and prepare some flower pollen to help ease his discomfort.”

Before Bailey could even speak, Zayron directly grabbed his future second aunt's arm and dragged her toward the Luther residence.

As Luna was about to follow him, he fiercely warned, “Don't follow me, or I'll set my mastiff on you.”

Well...

With a smile, Bailey gently patted the little girl's head and said softly, “This is how Zayron is. You'll get used to him.”

Luna said cheerfully, “I'm really happy to have an elder cousin now.”

Bailey found it somewhat amusing.

If you're happy, then why did you prank him? Indeed, the Luther family's offspring cannot be judged by conventional standards.

Right then, a car drove to the house from a distance.

Bailey immediately saw Simon in the driver's seat.

“Your daddy is home. Come on, let me bring you to him.”

The young girl was somewhat restrained. “He doesn't like me. If I show up uninvited, will he get angry?”

With a helpless sigh, Bailey knelt down in front of her and spoke gently. “Every parent loves their children, and your dad is no exception. He's not a bad person, and he will come to love you. Just give him some time to gradually accept you.”

Luna harrumphed and pointed at the back of the car. “I recognize that woman. She's his ex-girlfriend. He took someone else's bride; if that doesn't make him a scumbag, then what does? I don't like this guy one bit.”

Bailey was taken aback.

Following Luna's pointing finger, she observed another woman in the backseat and subconsciously furrowed her brows.