Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 948 Marriage Is Not A Cage

The woman who spoke was Karen Banks, while the middle-aged man seated across from her was Broderick Rogers.

In Karen's perspective, while her daughter was undeniably significant, she did not hold as much importance as her son. If the day ever came when her daughter's sacrifice was required to ensure her son's success, she would not hesitate to propel her daughter into that role.

In her perspective, her daughter amounted to little more than a bargaining tool to placate the elders.

Therefore, she would never allow such a valuable pawn to perish at the hands of Catherine.

Broderick appeared to agree with her perspective, nodding as he remarked, “Eunice still holds value for us, so we cannot allow her to die just like that. Furthermore, we can use Eunice to manipulate Catherine, draw the attention of the main lineage, and better protect our son.”

After speaking, he raised his gaze to the distant horizon before continuing, “Catherine isn't our main concern here, but Bailey and the Luther couple who accompanied her. Despite all my calculations, I never anticipated that Catherine's child would carry the bloodline of the Luther family. If I had known earlier, I would have found a way to prevent her birth. She's caused nothing but trouble and even entangled the Luther family in this mess. What a nuisance. Fortunately, the abandoned son of the White family has escaped from Moranta to Citraine. He should be able to assist me in dealing with Artemis and Bailey.”

Upon hearing her husband's words, Karen opened her mouth and was about to speak when a middle- aged bodyguard approached and said to Broderick, “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Kurt has taken the bait we planted. He has just contacted me through a secure channel, expressing his desire to meet with you for a face-to-face discussion on collaboration matters.”

Broderick chuckled heartily and remarked, “Talk about perfect timing; here he comes.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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As long as he promised Kurt that he would aid him in reclaiming control over the Venom Valley in the future, the latter would willingly become his pawn, entirely subject to his discretion.

“Very well. Please relay to Mr. Kurt that once I've chosen a suitable time and place, I'll arrange a meeting with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

In the afternoon, a private jet discreetly touched down in a residential area situated in the eastern suburbs.

This was Bailey's property in Gregan.

It was a rather remarkable coincidence, considering she had spent the last two years in Citraine studying the local cultural heritage, never imagining that her future siblings and nieces would also reside on this same land.

This must be fate.

Following the landing of the private jet, the group disembarked from the cabin.

The manor's butler received the news and, accompanied by a group of servants, stood ready in the outdoor grounds below.

As Bailey descended from the plane, tears welled up in the butler's eyes. “Ms. Jefferson, I never thought I would see you return to Citraine in this lifetime.”