Chapter 812
Chapter 812 Always A Pushover
When those words reached Sofie''s ears, she took a couple of steps back on the spot. She had not the
slightest intention of questioning Kurt''s words. After all, that guy was more than capable.
“Are you sure she''s dead? That woman has plenty of tricks up her sleeve, so she won''t go down that
easily. She might pull a fast one on you and escape cunningly.”
A glint of darkness shed across Kurt''s eyes, and his gaze seemed slightly evasive.
Upon seeing the situation, Tucker hurriedly stepped forward and stated, “Bailey killed Kurt''s elder
brother, so Kurt hated her guts. He''ll definitely go all out to finish her off. He''d never make mistakes and
allow Bailey to escape from his clutches. Fret not, Ms. Carr. Bailey''ll stay dead.”
He sneaked a peek at the woman on the floor upon dropping hisment. A ravaging lust flitted
across his eyes. From there on out, that woman wouldpletely belong to him. Just thinking about it
filled him with gusto.
He could still remember the exhrating sensation within when he firstid eyes on her.
A nce at her face was all it took to take his breath away. He had vowed to make this woman his own
ever since then.
Even if he had to resort to keeping her confined in his domain for a lifetime and not letting her see the
light of day, he was bent on making her a caged canary, a pet to be by his side.
These past few days, whenever he thought about how she would soon belong to him, he would
be so excited that even sleep eluded him. Men from all over the world were obsessed with her,
wishing to possess and keep her all for themselves.
Tucker had managed to be one step ahead of everybody else, and for that, he had every reason to be
proud.
It was then that Philip pipe up out of the blue, breaking the oppressive atmosphere around them, “Since
she''s already dead, there''s no need for us to be paranoid anymore. I''ll leave the corpse to you, Tucker.
Make sure to cremate it; only when her bones turned to dust that we could truly be at ease.”
“Don''t worry, Dad. I''ll have someone burn her body to ashes. Then, we''ll scatter the ashes all over the
flowerbed as fertilizer,” agreed Tucker then and there. Philip nodded and turned to Sofie, remarking,
“Bailey''s death is now a foregone conclusion. We shall discuss how to go after Tarragon Headquarters
next. I heard that Holden''s reigning control of Tarragon now, and it just so happens that his significant
other is in your hands. Let''s leverage this and force him into submission.”
Not a word escaped Sofie. Narrowing her eyes to slits, she pinned her gaze on the woman on the floor.
“Get me a pair of leather gloves.”
As soon as she issued hermand, a ck-d bodyguard respectfully handed her a pair of ck
gloves.
Sofie reached out to receive them and immediately put both of the gloves on her right hand. She strode
over to the so-called corpse and pinched the woman by the cheeks, starting to examine the body
closely.
“What''s wrong? Is there a problem?” asked Philip anxiously. Then came Sofie''s frosty response.
“There''s something in this world called disguise skill, which can change a person''s appearance. I''m
inspecting if she has a mask on her face. If she does, she''s not Bailey.”
Philip''s expression darkened on that note.
Disguise skill, she says?
Yet, it existed only in legends, for no one had ever truly mastered such a technique.
Could it be that there really are people in this world who''ve learned the mentioned disguise skill? Why
haven''t I heard of it before?
Sofie fiercely pinched both temples of the impostor Bailey with her fingers. In the end, the skin had
turned as red as a tomato, but no traces of disguise were found. She could not help but breathe a sigh
of relief.
“It seems I was overthinking it. She doesn''t have a mask on her face, after all. Still, this totally puts my
mind at ease. Were Bailey really to master the disguise skill, killing her would be an arduous task. She
could''ve altered her looks at any time, leaving us with no opening to nab her.”
After saying that, she gradually rose to her feet, took off the gloves in her hand, and threw them onto
the fake Bailey''s face.
“Let''s go. The grand era of Artemis and Bailey hase to an end. The future is ours to shape. Right
now, the most important thing is to discuss how to attack Tarragon Headquarters and seize total control
of this massive power.”
Philip hurriedly chased after Sofie.
After walking a few steps, he did not forget to turn his head back and remind his son, “Remember to
cremate her body to avoid any future troubles.”
“Don''t worry, Dad. I''ll do as you say.”
After Sofie and Philip left, Tucker quickly said to Kurt, “Quick! Pass me the antidote! It''s not easy to get
my hands on such a delicate beauty, I can''t let her die from the poison.” Kurt bobbed his head.
“She''s not poisoned. It''s a kind of stupefying drug that temporarily stops a person''s breathing and puts
them in a state of apparent death. Once the drug wears off, she''ll wake up.”
Tucker finally felt at ease. Quick as a wink, he lunged himself at the unconsciousdy to help her up,
supporting and resting her upper body on his.
“At longst, Bailey, you belong to me.” On the heels of that, he abruptly leaned in and gave a few
kisses all over her face.
“Ah... Delightful, indeed. It''s the familiar scent from my memories. Back then, I was captivated by your
intoxicating fragrance. Now that you belong to me, I''ll surely reim all the longing I''ve had for you over
the years bit by bit from your very being.”
Right after he was done, he carried the woman in his arms and marched toward the convoy.
“Return to my private winery.”
“Yes, Mr. Tucker.”
Later that night, Bailey eventually regained consciousness from her stupor.
She had forced herself to wake up because she could not stop thinking about Artemis. The second she
opened her eyes, her mind was aplete nk. She stared nkly at the exquisite, luxurious crystal
chandelier above her head, taking quite a while to react.
Her memory seemed to have deteriorated significantly; sometimes, it took her a long period of time to
fullyprehend something she was thinking about. As her consciousness returned, she suddenly sat
up.
“Artemis! Artemis...”
She swept her gaze across the spacious bedroom, but that familiar figure she had in mind was
nowhere to be found. Her heart sank right away.
Did he choose to meet up with the other party?
“Artemis, you jerk...” she roared into the void ahead.
“Mm. I really am quite a jerk. If it weren''t for me being such a jerk, you wouldn''t have be so
vulnerable.”
Bailey turned around straight away, only to find Artemising out of the study. Tears instantly welled
up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
She flipped up the nket and leaped out of bed, rushing toward the man with her bare feet and
jumping right into his embrace.
“Why are you always doing this to me, Artemis? You big meanie...”
As she spoke, she began bursting into tears.
Dreading that Artemis would leave her behind to meet the other party all by himself, she was truly
terrified that he might never return to her side again.
After she put in so much effort to bring him back from the jaws of death, they had not even had the
chance to enjoy life yet.
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Artemis reached out to cradle her cheeks, leaning in to lightly kiss away the tear stains on her face.
Yet, tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes, and even after wiping them away, they
continued to fall. After several attempts, he sighed softly and gently covered her eyes with his hands.
“Stop crying. My heart aches.”
Right then, Bailey recalled how he had drugged her, and a surge of rage rose in her heart. She shoved
the man away in an instant.
“You promised before that you wouldn''t use any more stupefying drugs or the like to knock me out, but
you went back on your word. Are all your promises to me merely empty words?”
A bitter smile was all Artemis could muster.
“I had no choice, you know. I couldn''t possibly let you take such risks. Those suicide attackers were
specifically trained for carrying out special missions, after all. With them around, how could I put your
life on the line? Had I done that, I would''ve been branded as nothing but a failure as the leader of
Tarragon. Try to put yourself in my shoes, Bay. If it were me showing up at the meeting today, would
you get a substitute to go in my ce?”