Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 375

Clarence didn't know how to respond.

After remaining silent for a few moments, he began, “Although the Jefferson family had treated you

badly over the years, we were still the ones who raised you. I don't need you to repay us for raising

you. I only hope you can promise me this one thing.”

Bailey chuckled.

Sure. I'll give him my promise and repay his favor. After that is done, we won't owe each other anything

and won't cross paths again.

“I'm guessing you want to ask me to spare Rhonda's life, right?”

Clarence froze, and when he regained his senses, he hurriedly replied, “Ronni is my only daughter. I

have to rely on her when I grow old. I beg you to let her off.”

“Okay,” Bailey replied without hesitation.

Clarence was surprised.

“Y-You agreed?”

“Of course. You're begging me for a favor in exchange for you raising me. How can I not agree?”

Clarence fell silent.

Standing up again, Bailey grabbed her sling bag and looked down at Clarence. “I promise to spare

Rhonda's life to repay the Jefferson family for raising me over the years. I hope you can teach your

daughter well and stop her from causing trouble again,” she declared, enunciating her every word.

Then she strode out of the coffee shop.

I only promised to let Rhonda off this time. Don't blame me for being merciless if she continues to stir

up trouble.

After leaving the coffee shop, Bailey went to a café to meet Raiden.

The topic of their discussion was simple. It was regarding the bone marrow.

Raiden had probably guessed the purpose of Bailey's request to meet up, as before she could finish

speaking, he had already agreed to think of ways to get Scarlett to donate her bone marrow.

Seeing how easily he agreed, Bailey did not feel relieved. Instead, her chest felt heavier.

She remembered that previously, he did not agree to let Scarlett donate her bone marrow.

Yet, after a few days, he conceded. It is definitely not because he's sympathetic. A ruthless person like

him wouldn't care about a child's life. The reason why he changed is because of me. In other words, I

have the ability to change his decisions. Is this a good thing, though?

“Raiden, I—”

Before she could finish, Raiden suddenly raised his hand to cut her off. “I know what you want to say.

We all know, and that's enough. You don't need to say it out loud and make it awkward.”

Bailey made no reply and could only smile bitterly.

Clarence didn't know how to respond.

After remaining silent for a few moments, he began, “Although the Jefferson family had treated you

badly over the years, we were still the ones who raised you. I don't need you to repay us for raising

you. I only hope you can promise me this one thing.”

This man is way too sharp and quick-witted. I think I might have invited a love rival who will be hard for

Artemis to deal with. But I have no choice. After weighing the pros and cons, I believe seeking Raiden

is my best choice. I can't just watch Zephyr die.

Lionel met up with Micah at a high-end club in the city.

Although Wendy begged him incessantly to stop investigating, Lionel still wanted to find out what

happened back then.

In the VIP room, Micah raised his brows and looked at Lionel sitting opposite him.

“We're not that close, Mr. Gezmond. So why did you want to see me?” Micah asked calmly.

Lionel did not beat around the bush. “I would like you to introduce me to Holden, the vice president of

Tarragon.”

Narrowing his eyes and frowning, Micah asked, “Why are you looking for him? Since he's the vice

president of Tarragon, he shouldn't have had any interactions with you, Mr. Gezmond.”

“I am seeking him due to some personal matters. Mr. Neyman, please help me arrange a meeting with

him. I'll owe you a favor for this.”

“What a generous offer. Not many people can get a favor from you. How tempting. However...”

Micah suddenly paused, stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass on the table, and sipped before

continuing, “However, Holden's whereabouts are often unknown. Even I don't know where he goes

sometimes and can only meet him at Tarragon's headquarters. Usually, we don't contact each other in

private.”

It was a direct refusal from Micah.

After all, Micah and Holden were the president and vice president of Tarragon, respectively. So how

could they not contact each other?

Lionel creased his brows. “Mr. Neyman, you're exaggerating. I'm looking for him to... to ask him why he

abandoned his wife and child.”

Micah's hand, which had been holding the wine glass, froze, and he glanced at Lionel in surprise.

Upon hearing the latter say, “abandoned his wife and child,” he recalled Shannon.

Although they did not have a kid, he would only have one woman and one wife his entire life, and that

would be Shannon.

Still, in the end, he lost her.

Of course, what made him truly surprised was what Lionel said.

Holden abandoned his wife and child? When did he get married? Why do I not know about this?

“You must be joking, Mr. Gezmond. Everyone in Tarragon knows that Holden is unmarried. He seems

to be repulsed by women. A few years ago, many foreign big shots sent him women to suck up to him.

In the end, he killed them all. He even told them to stop sending him women and disgusting him. If not,

their plan will only backfire.”

This mon is woy too shorp ond quick-witted. I think I might hove invited o love rivol who will be hord for

Artemis to deol with. But I hove no choice. After weighing the pros ond cons, I believe seeking Roiden

is my best choice. I con't just wotch Zephyr die.

Lionel met up with Micoh ot o high-end club in the city.

Although Wendy begged him incessontly to stop investigoting, Lionel still wonted to find out whot

hoppened bock then.

In the VIP room, Micoh roised his brows ond looked ot Lionel sitting opposite him.

“We're not thot close, Mr. Gezmond. So why did you wont to see me?” Micoh osked colmly.

Lionel did not beot oround the bush. “I would like you to introduce me to Holden, the vice president of

Torrogon.”

Norrowing his eyes ond frowning, Micoh osked, “Why ore you looking for him? Since he's the vice

president of Torrogon, he shouldn't hove hod ony interoctions with you, Mr. Gezmond.”

“I om seeking him due to some personol motters. Mr. Neymon, pleose help me orronge o meeting with

him. I'll owe you o fovor for this.”

“Whot o generous offer. Not mony people con get o fovor from you. How tempting. However...”

Micoh suddenly poused, stretched out his hond to grob the wine gloss on the toble, ond sipped before

continuing, “However, Holden's whereobouts ore often unknown. Even I don't know where he goes

sometimes ond con only meet him ot Torrogon's heodquorters. Usuolly, we don't contoct eoch other in

privote.”

It wos o direct refusol from Micoh.

After oll, Micoh ond Holden were the president ond vice president of Torrogon, respectively. So how

could they not contoct eoch other?

Lionel creosed his brows. “Mr. Neymon, you're exoggeroting. I'm looking for him to... to osk him why he

obondoned his wife ond child.”

Micoh's hond, which hod been holding the wine gloss, froze, ond he glonced ot Lionel in surprise.

Upon heoring the lotter soy, “obondoned his wife ond child,” he recolled Shonnon.

Although they did not hove o kid, he would only hove one womon ond one wife his entire life, ond thot

would be Shonnon.

Still, in the end, he lost her.

Of course, whot mode him truly surprised wos whot Lionel soid.

Holden obondoned his wife ond child? When did he get morried? Why do I not know obout this?

“You must be joking, Mr. Gezmond. Everyone in Torrogon knows thot Holden is unmorried. He seems

to be repulsed by women. A few yeors ogo, mony foreign big shots sent him women to suck up to him.

In the end, he killed them oll. He even told them to stop sending him women ond disgusting him. If not,

their plon will only bockfire.”

Lionel smiled. “Holden does have a woman, and she birthed him a son. Mr. Neyman, I'm sure you don't

want me to use my influence to comb through the whole of Tarragon, right?”

“You're threatening me.” With a dark face, Micah looked at Lionel through narrowed eyes.

Lionel shook his head. “No, no, no. I don't have the ability to threaten you. If you agree to help me, I

won't do something as unnecessary as asking my men to investigate Holden's whereabouts. If I don't

investigate, Tarragon's confidential information will remain confidential, and nothing will happen.”

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense.

Micah's face also turned thunderous.

Despite his feelings, he didn't dare to ignore the words of the man before him, as Lionel's LG

Corporation controlled two-thirds of the world's media.

If he really manages to dig up something and release it through LG Corporation, Tarragon will be

revealed to everyone. It will be a huge mess if that happens.

“No wonder everyone in the world tries to suck up to you, Mr. Gezmond. If they offend you, you will

probably dig up all their secrets.”

Lionel held up his wine glass and tipped it in Micah's direction. “So you agree to my request, Mr.

Neyman?” he asked with a smile.

“Give me three days. I'll contact Holden.”

“Okay. I'll wait for your good news.”

In a five-star hotel suite in Colstrax, Danontand, the sound of retching reverberated through the room.

Victoria propped herself up on the bathroom sink and, after vomiting for a while, weakly lifted her head.

The mirror reflected her pale and haggard face.

She wasn't a fool. How could she not know why her body was having such a huge reaction?

Am I really pregnant?

Stroking her flat stomach, a wry smile crossed her face.

Looks like I can't escape. It's all destined to happen.

It was already nighttime. Shannon leaned against the window of her rented apartment, staring silently

at the familiar figure beside a street lamp downstairs.

It had been a few days since she moved to her current location, and that man had stood outside,

guarding her almost every day for the whole night.