Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 850

Bailey didn't die.

Bailey didn't die.

The words echoed incessantly in Zoey's mind as her face twisted up.

She has been basking in self-satisfaction lately. Even when her body was corroded by the deadly toxin developed by Kurt, she still felt invigoratingly refreshed.

That was because when she was being tormented, Bailey was also struggling in hell.

Alas, this beautiful illusion, shattered so abruptly, only served to magnify her pain.

She was filled with hatred, resenting how unfair fate could be.

She also resented the heavens for being so kind to Bailey.

“Ah! Why? Why isn't it her? Why?”

Every corner of the basement resounded with the echoes of her powerful roar.

Zoey had completely lost her sanity and was howling like a mad dog.

A ferocious expression appeared on Kurt's face as he slowly unfastened the iron chains binding her hands and feet.

“Each week, I will provide you with a pill to neutralize the toxin, ensuring your survival and thwarting its lethal effects. As part of our agreement, you must also figure out a means to poison Cameron. However, I won't compel you to take Bailey's life. Considering the profound animosity and enmity between you both, I assume you won't spare her easily. My wish is for you to succeed and let Bailey meet her demise from this toxin as well.”

Without the weight of the iron chain supporting her body, Zoey collapsed directly onto the floor.

She lowered her gaze to her mangled wrist as a wild murderous intent rose and spread in her eyes.

I won't let Cameron, Bailey, Sofie, Philip, Philip's son, off the hook, especially this man who had drugged me.

Even if she had to die, she was determined to drag them down with her.

“Give me Cameron's information. I'll find a way to get close to him and poison him.”

Kurt extended his hand and tenderly caressed her cheek, his face displaying a playful blend of amusement and concern. “No need to hurry,” he advised gently. “First, concentrate on regaining your health.”

At the same time, in the winery located in the suburbs, Tucker forcefully burst open the door of the master bedroom, the sound echoing with a loud bang.

He stormed into the bedroom, seething with rage. His gaze was immediately drawn to the woman bound on the bed.

The resemblance between this woman's face and Bailey's was uncanny; even her voice and temperament bore a striking similarity.

It seemed that the days he spent with the beauty in a drunken stupor were nothing but a joke as he was sleeping with one of the cheapest women in the world.

He could never possible accept such an outcome.

“Wretch, how dare you deceive me with a disguise?”

As he spoke, he lunged toward Cindy.

Cindy stared at him coldly, her eyes devoid of any fear. Her face was expressionless as she awaited the moment of death.

After moving to the edge of the bed, Tucker gripped her neck with one hand and frantically clawed at her face with the other.

He wanted to take a good look at the face hidden beneath this hyper-realistic mask

Cindy fixed her gaze on him and spoke hoarsely. “It's futile, so you can cease wasting your effort. This is the toughest skin in the world. Without applying a special drug, no one can peel this face off mine.”

Slap!

After futilely scratching her face dozens of times, Tucker fiercely slapped her.

“Someone, take this b*tch to the infirmary and tell them to figure out a way to peel off the skin from her face. If they really can't find a solution, then just tear off the mask in the most brutal way. I don't care if she is alive or dead.”

“Yes.”

Two bodyguards rushed in from outside. Swiftly, they removed the iron chains from Cindy's body. Hoisting her up, they dashed out of the room.

Tucker found it difficult to suppress the rage in his heart. Only after spending more than ten minutes smashing all the antiques and ornaments in the room did his emotions begin to subside slightly.

Beep!

The phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out and realized it was a call from his bodyguard.

“What's the matter?”

“Mr. Tucker, we've located that bastard. He's currently working as a programmer in one of our branch offices in Pandera.”

Tucker gripped his phone tightly and exclaimed, “Excellent, finally some exciting news to hear! Head to Pandera personally and capture that bastard, then bring him back to Moranta secretly.”

Confused, the bodyguard asked, “Aren't we going to kill him directly?”

Tucker clenched his teeth and said, “You fool! If you kill him, who will keep Sofie in check and make her give in? You? Don't be deceived by the woman's loss of power and influence. She might not be able to cause harm now, but she's skilled at using her body to win the support of her benefactors. Who knows, she might be cozying up to some international arms tycoon by now, securing their backing.”

“Yes, I understand. I will do my utmost to bring him to Moranta and hand him over to you.”

“Okay.”

Over the next few days, the Hoffman family's global business chain was struck by an unknown force. Their stocks plummeted, and partners began terminating contracts one after another.

Suddenly, the entire family found themselves in a state of panic.

The elders joined forces to pressure the head of the Hoffman family, urging him to quickly quell the unrest.

If this incident results in significant losses, they would unanimously vote to strip him of his position as head of the household.

Inside the study, Juliana slammed her hand forcefully on the table, her anger evident as she exclaimed, “Has Philip's family lost their minds? They're going all out to cause trouble just to make you relinquish your position as the family head. Aren't they afraid that the family will never recover, and when they take over, there'll be nothing left but an empty shell?”

In contrast to her anger, Raymond appeared significantly more composed.

“A competent leader should remain patient and avoid quick anger, as it can cloud their judgment. I actually see this as a good opportunity, a chance to rearrange the cards for the family business.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Juliana gradually calmed down as she narrowed her gaze. “What do you mean, Father?”

A calculating glint flashed in Raymond's eyes. His mind was sharp, and he seemed to have everything under control.

After all, if he hadn't had a few tricks up his sleeve, he wouldn't have held the position of the family head for so many years.

The reason he refrained from taking action was simply to wait for Philip's family to transfer half of their men to Sofie.

Sofie would lead these men to attack Tarragon, only to end up with their entire army annihilated. Without lifting a finger, their strength would be significantly diminished.

Just as he had predicted, Sofie lost the fight, and all the manpower invested in Philip's family was completely wiped out.

“I intend to comply with their wishes by relinquishing the position of the family head to them. Once they take control, all those who side with them will be exposed. When the opportune moment arrives, we will strike back and uproot Philip's family.”

Juliana pursed her lips and spoke gravely. “Handing over all the power to them leaves us vulnerable to fight back. I believe we should confront them in the most ruthless manner until they surrender.”

Raymond sighed softly. “If we follow that approach, the remnants hidden in the shadows won't be uprooted. They will continue to pose a latent threat.”

After he finished speaking, he handed the laptop in front of him to Juliana.

“Half an hour ago, your master sent an email. You should take a look at it.”

Feeling curious, she clicked on the email.

As she finished reading the contents, her face displayed utter shock.

“U-Uncle Philip has an illegitimate child? Sofie wants to seize power for her own son?”