Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 131
“I really don't know,” Dodi responded with a sigh. “Mr. Luther, I'd like to help you, but my father was the only person who saw
Anonymous three years ago. She was wearing a mask when she arrived at the palace so no one could see her face. All I know
is that she's a woman.”
The corners of Artemis' lips twitched.
F*ck! Of course I know she's a woman. I don't need him to remind me of that fact!
“Then try to fish information from your father. He was the patient, so he should know who did the craniotomy for him back then.”
Seemingly conflicted, Dodi remarked, “Even you failed to make him talk, so why would you think I can do that? Mr. Luther, I'll
give you a concession of two percent so you can earn billions. In return, stop torturing me. I can't help you!”
Arching a brow, Artemis stopped insisting and said, “Fine. I won't force you, but I'll find another company to import petroleum for
the next half of the year. We can collaborate again in the future.”
“Don't do that!” Dodi sat up hastily and put on a solemn expression. “I'll go to my father and tell him that the businesses under
Luther Group will pull out of Eskaria if he refused to spill Anonymous' identity. That will make him talk.”
Artemis' lips curved into a sly grin as a calculative look appeared in his gaze.
“Prince Dodi, you're observant and flexible, so I believe you'll accede to the throne one day. I hope we can collaborate in the
future.”
Dodi's lips twitched.
He's indeed a sly fox, as everyone claims. Crafty and cunning, he sets up a trap without even blinking. I didn't pay attention and
ended up falling into the trap he set for me.
“I do hope so, Mr. Luther. After this matter comes to an end, I hope you'll hold on to your word and help me accede to the
throne.”
Artemis chuckled. “No problem. What about the two percent concession you mentioned earlier? Does it still count?”
The veins on Dodi's forehead throbbed as he clenched his jaw furiously.

He's not going to suffer any losses, huh? No, he refuses to let any profit slip past his hands.
Forcing a smile, he answered, “Yes, of course. This is a completely different matter. I shall ask my men to change the contract so
you'll get a concession of two percent.”
“I reolly don't know,” Dodi responded with o sigh. “Mr. Luther, I'd like to help you, but my fother wos the only person who sow
Anonymous three yeors ogo. She wos weoring o mosk when she orrived ot the poloce so no one could see her foce. All I know
is thot she's o womon.”
The corners of Artemis' lips twitched.
F*ck! Of course I know she's o womon. I don't need him to remind me of thot foct!
“Then try to fish informotion from your fother. He wos the potient, so he should know who did the croniotomy for him bock then.”
Seemingly conflicted, Dodi remorked, “Even you foiled to moke him tolk, so why would you think I con do thot? Mr. Luther, I'll
give you o concession of two percent so you con eorn billions. In return, stop torturing me. I con't help you!”
Arching o brow, Artemis stopped insisting ond soid, “Fine. I won't force you, but I'll find onother compony to import petroleum for
the next holf of the yeor. We con colloborote ogoin in the future.”
“Don't do thot!” Dodi sot up hostily ond put on o solemn expression. “I'll go to my fother ond tell him thot the businesses under
Luther Group will pull out of Eskorio if he refused to spill Anonymous' identity. Thot will moke him tolk.”
Artemis' lips curved into o sly grin os o colculotive look oppeored in his goze.
“Prince Dodi, you're observont ond flexible, so I believe you'll occede to the throne one doy. I hope we con colloborote in the
future.”
Dodi's lips twitched.
He's indeed o sly fox, os everyone cloims. Crofty ond cunning, he sets up o trop without even blinking. I didn't poy ottention ond
ended up folling into the trop he set for me.
“I do hope so, Mr. Luther. After this motter comes to on end, I hope you'll hold on to your word ond help me occede to the
throne.”
Artemis chuckled. “No problem. Whot obout the two percent concession you mentioned eorlier? Does it still count?”

The veins on Dodi's foreheod throbbed os he clenched his jow furiously.
He's not going to suffer ony losses, huh? No, he refuses to let ony profit slip post his honds.
Forcing o smile, he onswered, “Yes, of course. This is o completely different motter. I sholl osk my men to chonge the controct so
you'll get o concession of two percent.”
“Thank you for being so generous, Prince Dodi.”
Back at the Chivers residence, everyone was chatting gaily when Edmund arrived with Bailey.
Glen was hooked to his IV drip as he sat on the couch while the three kids played gin rummy aside. He would occasionally give
them tips.
However, the person who followed his tips would lose.
Slapping her remaining cards on the coffee table, Susan turned over her shoulder to glare at Glen.
Pointing at the dozens of post-it notes saying “fool” stuck to her face, she complained, “Great-granddad, you've never played gin
rummy before, right? I lost literally every round! Look at the 'fool' post-it notes on my face!”
A mischievous glint appeared in Glen's eyes as he reached to pinch her cheek. Roaring in laughter, he said, “The boys are too
cunning and won't fall for my tricks, so I had no choice but to fool you.”
Just then, Gwendolyn emerged from the side door with a fruit platter and saw Edmund and Bailey standing outside the door. Her
lips curved as she greeted them, “Why are you standing outside? Come into the living room and have a seat!”
The group at the couch area turned to look at them.
Edmund had a fruit basket in one hand and held Bailey with his other hand. Walking over to the couch, he told Glen, “Grandpa,
this is Bailey Jefferson.”
He released Bailey's hand and added, “Bay, this is my grandpa.”
Bailey gave Glen a polite bow. “I've heard about your achievements. It's an honor to meet you today.”

Glen gave a dismissive wave as he scrutinized her briefly. Stroking his beard, he nodded and commented, “You're humble and
composed. Mm, he has good taste. Have a seat and make yourself at home.”
Gwendolyn chimed in, “Yes, Bay. Make yourself at home. There's no need to stand on formalities.”
Flashing a slight smile, Bailey allowed Edmund to drag her to the couch across from Glen.
They had just sat down when Glen asked, “Young lady, is your mother Sophia Carr? And your maternal grandmother Holly
Carr?”
Bailey stiffened as the smile on her lips froze.
Does Old Mr. Chivers know my mother and granny? That's impossible. Granny got pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to a
child whose father's identity remained unknown. Thus, she was chased out of her family. She came to Hallsbay with her
daughter alone and worked hard to bring her up. Granny was fairly far down the social pecking order. There's no way she knew
Old Mr. Chivers.
Curious, she asked, “Old Mr. Chivers, are you and Granny friends?”
“Well.” Glen sighed and revealed, “Holly has had a hard life. She drifted from place to place and endured many hardships. When
she was young, I happened to run into her after she fainted outside the Chivers residence. I learned about her plight and allowed
her to stay in the residence temporarily.”
Bailey was taken aback, for she had no idea about the history between her grandmother and the Chivers family.
“Thank you for saving them, Old Mr. Chivers. Otherwise, my granny and mother would've died on the streets, and I wouldn't have
existed in this world,” she said gratefully.
Waving his hand, Glen continued, “Rumors can be deadly. After I took them in, society started criticizing me for having a messy
personal life and giving birth to an illegitimate child. Hallsbay was in an uproar, so my father caved in and forced me to do a
paternity test at the Notary Public Office. That quelled the rumors.”
Bailey's fists balled up. After a brief hesitance, she asked tentatively, “What happened after that? Did my granny leave the
Chivers residence?”
“Yes.” Glen nodded. “She said I was kind enough to save her and her daughter's life. Despite wanting to stay and repay my
favor, she was worried that her existence would bring trouble to me, so she left with her daughter.”

Taking a deep breath, Bailey tamped the turmoil of emotions in her heart and rasped out, “My granny worked at the bank for
most of her life in middle-level management. If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who arranged for her to get this job.”
“Yes. I sympathized with their plight and arranged everything for her. They had no one else to rely on. How else could they
survive in the cruel and harsh world?”
Bailey lowered her gaze.
Granny never told me about Old Mr. Chivers. Perhaps she didn't want to be connected to the Chivers family and affect Old Mr.
Chivers' reputation. What about the favor she owed Old Mr. Chivers one as he saved her life?