Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 428

Bailey chuckled.

Frankly, she had already made up her mind to give birth to the baby.

Bailey chuckled.

Frankly, she had already made up her mind to give birth to the baby.

The baby was the product of Artemis and her love. How could she possibly abandon it?

Although she did not know what was going to happen during her pregnancy and whether or not her

depression could be controlled, at that very moment, Bailey wanted to keep the baby.

“I was capable of bearing three at the same time seven years ago. This time, I only have one. It doesn't

seem like there's any reason for me to abandon it, so don't worry, the baby will come into this world

safe and sound.”

Hearing her, Felicity let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She had been anxious on her way there, fearing that Bailey would not heed her persuasion and would

be adamant about aborting the baby.

“That's good, that's good. Have a talk with Artemis and see if you're planning to marry before giving

birth to the baby or after. We can make better arrangements after your discussion.”

Marry?

Bailey narrowed her eyes.

That was something she never thought about.

Perhaps having a proper title was of the utmost importance for other women, but that was not the case

for Bailey, for she never thought about leaving the fate of her life to a man.

“Okay, I'll talk to him when I'm free to hear what he thinks about this.”

In a rental home in the suburbs, Shannon deleted the messages she received that day before walking

to the bedroom.

A moment later, she emerged from the room in a set of simple clothes.

As she stood in the living room, she scanned her surroundings before a look of ruthless determination

appeared in her eyes.

I doubt I'll have the chance to come back here after I leave today.

In the meantime, in a VIP room of an upscale beauty salon in Hallsbay, two women were lying down in

a massage chair with facial masks on their faces.

One was Yvette, and the other was the daughter of the person in charge of Tarragon's branch, Keira

Euchler.

“Your Royal Highness, I hear that you're about to tie the knot with the vice president, Micah. May I

know when your wedding will be?” Keira uttered politely.

Her father had told her that despite how Yvette had lost her family, she still had powerful people to back

her up.

The mighty elders in Tarragon still adored her, and as long as she got into Yvette's good books, the

Euchler family might one day get the chance to work in Tarragon's headquarters.

A look of anticipation manifested on Yvette's face at the mention of tying the knot with Micah.

Soon! I've set a major trap for that b*tch, Shannon. The moment she steps into it, I'll be able to

persuade the executive members of the headquarters to force Micah to marry me. I refuse to believe

that Micah won't say yes to save Shannon.

“Micah's a little busy lately, so our wedding's postponed for now. But it won't be a long wait. Once we

set a date for it, I'll send you the wedding invitation.”

Keira's eyes lit up.

I'm so quick to get into the previous head's daughter's good books?

Knock. Knock.

Right then, someone knocked on the door, and the two women halted their conversation.

Keira turned toward the door, annoyed, and barked out, “Who is it? Didn't I say not to disturb us unless

it's an emergency?”

“Ms. Euchler, I'm here to change your masks.”

Keira then lifted her arm to touch her mask. Indeed, it was a little dry and needed to be changed.

“Come in, then.”

The door to the room opened, and a woman in work attire and a mask entered.

Yvette's eyes darkened, and she gradually tightened her fists.

Shannon's here. Did she think that I won't be able to recognize her just because she changed her voice

and put on a mask? We've been living together for so many years. Just a single move and I know that

it's her.

Very well.

She's not afraid of death at all. In that case, I'll grant her what she wants.

Shannon inched toward the two ladies. She had a prosthetic left arm attached, and Keira didn't notice

anything amiss.

When Shannon walked over to her, Keira quickly said, “Please change the mask of the lady beside me

first. She's the esteemed patron here.”

Shannon nodded and walked over to crouch down beside the massage chair. Then, she reached out

with her right hand to pull away Yvette's mask.

Just a second later, she turned her wrist abruptly and stabbed a shiny knife at Yvette's heart.

“Ah!”

A loud shriek of terror echoed in the room.

Yvette was already wary of Shannon, so how could she possibly let the latter stab her?

However, she would be unable to put an end to Shannon if she did not let Shannon draw blood.

Right then, she spotted Keira jumping off the massage chair, about to flee from the room.

Yvette sneered. Since you're not loyal enough, I might as well drag you into this mess.

The battle between her and Shannon reached a stalemate, but soon, she managed to force Shannon a

few steps back.

The moment Shannon was briefly distracted, Yvette leaped off the massage chair and darted toward

Keira. She grabbed Keira's arm and tugged hard.

In the next second, the sound of friction reverberated in the room—the sound of a knife stabbing into

flesh.

Keira's eyes widened, and she slightly lowered her head to see the blood gushing out of the wound on

her chest. Fear danced across her eyes.

Shannon drew her brows together.

That stab could have been a fatal blow on Yvette.

Alas, who would have known that the wicked woman would use someone else as a shield?