Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 984 I Still Want To Marry You

With tears swirling in her eyes, Eunice glanced at Cameron, her small face contorting intensely.

It wasn't out of heartache but due to anger.

She never expected Cameron to be so deeply in love, willing to set aside his dignity and pride for a woman.

After all, Cameron was the legitimate heir of the world's top poison-crafting family and the next head of the Yablon

family. With his prestige and noble status, countless international socialites racked their brains, vying to marry him.

Now, he was actually bending his knee for a woman who had been thoroughly ruined by another man.

What's so great about Blaze, that b*tch?

She's unruly, and her years of poison brewing make her look like a witch. How could she possibly exude such charm

and allure, giving men the experience of bone-deep pleasure?

Eunice was filled with envy. She, too, was a woman yearning to be cherished and pampered by a man.

Yet, what happened to her in the end?

Firstly, she was used as a tool by her father and brother, and then she was treated as a pawn in Kurt's transaction.

Pampered with love?

That doesn't exist.

If Cameron found out she was impersonating Blaze, he would probably grind her to dust.

“Cameron, don't kneel. Don't kneel to him. I like you so much. How can I let you submit to a mad dog?”

Fine, if I can't receive the love of a man in this world, then I'll play along with this charade, fooling everyone and

making those who pushed me to the edge by paying with their own blood.

Cameron's eyes were red as he looked at the woman in Kurt's arms, his face full of guilt and self-reproach.

Ignoring her screams, he slowly bent his knee, preparing to kneel and submit to Kurt.

However, in the end, his knees never touched the ground because Artemis stopped him.

Cameron instinctively wanted to struggle, but Artemis couldn't help but say sternly, “We came here to negotiate a

deal. He doesn't have the right to insult you. If he truly desired the seal in our possession and Wilfred's mistress, he

wouldn't be so overbearing. Your kneeling today would be in vain.”

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Kurt, who was eagerly waiting for Cameron to kneel, and sneered, “You

were the one who proposed the deal, and now you're going back on your word. Kurt, it seems you're not truly

interested in making this deal. If that's the case, there's no need for us to continue our discussion today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully grabbed Cameron's arm, dragging him toward a car parked not too

far away.

In Artemis' opinion, the more vulnerable Cameron appeared, the more brazen Kurt would become.

After Cameron kneels and all, that mad dog might even ask him to take his own life.

What should we do when the time comes? We can't just do as he pleases, right?

If that were to happen, we would have to bear a painful cost for today's negotiation.

Artemis had never been a virtuous saint, nor was he someone who was easily fooled.

Dream on if Kurt thinks he can gain any advantage from us today.

As Kurt watched Artemis forcefully push Cameron toward the car, a trace of anxiety swept over him.

Seeing them about to leave, Eunice felt her heart leap into her throat.

If today's deal falls through, I will remain in Kurt's hands.

A chess piece with no value is likely to meet an unfortunate end.

With that thought, she quickly lowered her voice and said, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and ask them to

come back! Anyway, I'm the one dealing with them, not Blaze. You're not at a loss at all. In fact, you'll gain quite an

advantage. As for humiliating Cameron, there's no need. Once I get close to him, I'll make him wish he was dead.”

After hearing her words, Kurt suddenly snapped back to reality from his daze.

He was so eager to see Cameron embarrassed in front of him that he momentarily forgot the purpose of that day.

D*mn it!

“Cameron, are you really sure about leaving like this? If I can't get the seal today, I will vent all my anger on Blaze.

Anyway, I'm already tired of this woman. I don't mind handing her over to my subordinates. If anything happens to

her, you'll probably feel guilty for the rest of your life.”

Cameron forcefully broke free from Artemis' grasp, returning to his original spot and locking eyes with Kurt.

Even though he knew that Kurt's words were mostly threats, he still didn't dare to gamble on it.

Blaze has already endured so much. If she is subjected to even more brutal torment, she might as well die.

“Our deal remains the same. Hand over Blaze to me, and I'll hand over the seal and your stepmother.”

He deliberately emphasized the word “stepmother,” trying to annoy Kurt.

The latter was indeed disgusted by that.

If it hadn't been for that malicious woman's underhanded tricks years ago, his mother wouldn't have died, and he

and his brother wouldn't have been left to suffer the indignities of the world.

He despised that wicked woman to his very core, which was why he added this condition to their deal this time.

Although he would have her at his mercy once he took control of the White family, he simply couldn't wait any

longer.

He was eager to inject her with the latest toxin he had developed, wanting to see her wail and scream under the

torment of the deadly poison.

“All right. Let's make this a fair trade—we'll exchange at the same time. It would be in your best interest not to play

any tricks. Otherwise, I don't mind detonating the bomb and dragging all of you with me to the grave.”

Artemis couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

Play tricks?

This d*mn guy thinks too highly of himself.

Artemis couldn't be bothered to waste his time dealing with him.

The trap had already been set by Wilfred, just waiting for Kurt to fall into it. Why would there be any need for

Artemis to lift a finger to scheme against him?

The transaction went smoothly. After Kurt received the seal, he carefully examined it. Once he confirmed its

authenticity, he burst into hearty laughter.

“With this seal in my possession, coupled with my status, I'm certain I can take control of the entire White family in

no time. Haha!”

After a bout of wild laughter, he turned his head to look at the old hag lying limp on the ground like a dead fish, his

eyes flashing with a chilling intent to kill.

With a fierce kick, he struck Laila, his voice seething with malice. “You wretched b*tch. I'll make your life a living

hell.”

His personal bodyguard stepped forward and cautioned, “Mr. Kurt, let's leave now. Mr. Luther and his party have

already departed. I'm afraid if we continue to stay here, something unexpected might happen.”

“Mm-hmm.”

In the car, Cameron looked at “Blaze” cowering in the corner, his eyes filled with pain.

“Blaze, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm the one who caused you so much pain.”

He dared not touch her, fearing that even the slightest contact would shatter her instantly.

Even though he hadn't personally witnessed her experiences during this period, he could easily imagine the deep

physical and emotional torment that the scoundrel, Kurt, had inflicted upon her.

Seeing her huddled against the car door, shivering, Cameron felt his eyes gradually filled with tears.

He slowly reached out, attempting to touch her, but she began to struggle fiercely.

“Don't touch me. I'm too filthy. Too filthy.”

As she spoke, tears began to roll down from the corners of her eyes.

Cameron's heart ached unbearably. He yearned to pull her into his embrace, to soothe her gently, to tell her that

she was the purest girl in the world and that he would never despise her.

Yet, he didn't dare.

He feared that any movement on his part might provoke her into extreme resistance, ultimately hurting her.

“Blaze, you're not filthy. I still want to marry you.”