Chapter 947 Pull A Prank Again
Chapter 947 Pull A Prank Again
Speaking of which, Lionel was her cousin, so in the future, Victoria would become her cousin-in-law.
After the call connected, before the other party had a chance to speak, Bailey took the initiative and said, “Suzy, I need you to arrange for the senior executives of the planning department to go to Hallsbay. Once you arrive there, please contact Mr. Lionel Gezmond. He will explain everything to you. Don't ask me why. I don't have the time to explain it all to you right now.”
A respectful female voice came through the speaker. “All right, Bailey. I'll arrange it right away.”
“By the way, utilize all of Paradiso Media's promotional resources for the next month to assist Saunders Group in promoting their new product when the time comes,” Bailey added.
With Paradiso Media under her purview, and LG Corporation under Lionel's control, she believed that Saunders Group's upcoming product launch would unquestionably become the season's standout success.
To her, Victoria meant more than just a best friend.
Back then, during their most trying times, they depended entirely on Victoria for help.
She frequently traveled the world after that, and Victoria became the primary caregiver for her two children.
To put it melodramatically, Victoria played the role of a benefactor in the lives of all three of them.
What they had now wouldn't be possible without her.
Despite Zayron's typical nonchalant and mischievous demeanor, he exhibited remarkable behavior in Victoria's presence.
That brat treated Victoria as if she were his second mother.
Now that Victoria was facing hardships, Bailey was ready to spare no effort in supporting her, let alone exhausting all of Emmy Boutique and Paradiso Media's resources.
De Lux wants to bully my friend, huh? Very well. Bankruptcy is what's waiting for them.
“Also, mobilize all available resources to attack De Lux's sales market. It's best if we could bring them down, but if not, we must, at the very least, make them suffer some major damages. Do you understand?”
“Understood, Bailey. I will do as you say.”
“Good.”
After concluding the call, Bailey looked up at Artemis with a warm and gentle smile, a stark contrast to the commanding queen-like demeanor she had exhibited just moments ago.
“Mr. Luther, I'm about to pull pranks on someone again. If I cause any trouble later on...”
“I'll wrap things up for you,” said the man, finishing her sentence for her.
When a man of immense power and influence indulged a woman without reservation, he could shower
her with such extravagance that it bordered on recklessness.
Bailey served as a prime textbook example of the term “reckless.”
She possessed the confidence that even if she created a substantial commotion in the international business arena, her man would have the ability to rectify the situation on her behalf.
With the world's most powerful man as her anchor, what did she have to be afraid of?
“Hehe, I knew you would have my back,” she said before reaching out to encircle her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoes, and planting a tender kiss on his thin lips.
Artemis gently encircled his arm around her waist, his hand delicately caressing her face. The affection in his hawk-like eyes was so profound that it appeared on the verge of overflowing at any given moment.
He would truly give up his life for this woman.
Bailey gazed at him with a smile as bright and radiant as a blossoming flower.
She took immense pleasure in the way he regarded her with adoration and infatuation. It provided her with a profound sense of achievement.
Taming a man was not difficult, but taming a man like Artemis, who embodied power, status, wisdom, and handsomeness, presented a considerable challenge. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Nevertheless, she still managed to accomplish that feat.
“Oh, Artemis, I love you so much.”
The man couldn't help but laugh, warning, “Continue seducing me with those eyes, and I won't mind doing it with you in the cabin.”
At that moment, the sound of approaching footsteps reverberated in the distance as Zeke and Cameron strolled in from outside.
Seeing the two of them cuddled up together, Zeke found himself momentarily at a loss for words. “There are twenty-four hours in a day, and you both seem to spend at least twenty of them inseparable. Do you ever get tired of it?” he quipped.
“You're just envious and jealous,” retorted Bailey with a snort before turning to look at Cameron, who was standing aside.
Cameron flashed her a faint, gentle smile.
Bailey noticed a change in the way Cameron looked at her. The lingering affection had diminished, giving way to a hint of acceptance.
It seemed he had gained a clearer understanding of his own feelings and had moved on.
She wasn't sure if he loved Blaze, but she knew one thing—his feelings for her were merely a persistent attempt to turn the tide after losing a game.
Such emotions were unrelated to love and were instead the purest manifestation of concern.
“All right, it's getting late. Let's hurry up and board the plane. If you two want to continue being lovey- dovey, do it in the cabin. Stop wasting time here.”
Just as the four of them were about to make their way toward the boarding gate, an unexpected shout
rang out from behind them. “Master, wait for me!”
Bailey and Zeke instinctively turned around, only to see Juliana running toward them.
Zeke's expression changed noticeably. After cursing under his breath, he took a large stride forward to approach the woman.
Doesn't she know she still has poison in her system? The more vigorous her movements, the faster the poison spreads. Doesn't she understand this at all?
Juliana came to an abrupt halt in her tracks when she saw the man approaching with a stern expression.
Why is he so worked up? It's not like I'm here to look for him.
Walking up to her, Zeke furrowed his brows and asked, “Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Why are you here at the base?”
Fearful of the man before her, Juliana timidly shrunk back and replied, “I wanted to go with my master —”
Before she could complete her sentence, Zeke coldly interrupted her, saying, “Stop referring to her as your master. You've already terminated your master-disciple relationship.”
Bailey walked over from a short distance away, grinning as she said, “That's right. You can't call me 'Master' anymore, my dear sister-in-law...”
She intentionally prolonged the last syllable, causing Juliana to blush with embarrassment.
“Master... Ah, forget it. I'm not talking to you guys anymore.”
With that, she walked straight toward the boarding gate.
Zeke wanted to stop her, but Bailey held him back.
“It's fine to let her come along. After all, with Cameron and me by her side, we can take care of her. If her poison acts up, we can help suppress it. But if she stays in the Hoffman residence... Although I've taken medicine to control the toxins, it's always better to be safe than sorry. What if the poison in her body suddenly worsens? Who will save her life? So, it's safer for her to stay with us.”
Zeke's gaze flickered for a moment as he hesitated, but instead of saying anything in response to Bailey, he gently pushed her aside and walked purposefully toward Juliana.
Bailey's smile broadened when she witnessed Zeke lifting Juliana into his arms.
The peaceful and tranquil life she yearned for extended beyond her own happiness; it encompassed the well-being of her loved ones as well.
Yannopolis of Gregan was an ancient city that had endured for over three thousand years, bearing a rich heritage. It was revered as the cradle of Adrunian civilization, its history stretching back into the depths of time.
Within this enigmatic land, numerous ancient families lived in seclusion. One such family was the Rogers, celebrated globally for their mastery of the art of perfumery.
Another notable example was the Venom Valley which encapsulated the wisdom and expertise of thousands of years in poison refinement.
These reclusive families, traversing the contemporary world, had woven an intricate tapestry of connections within this age-old land.
The ancestral home of the renowned poison-crafting Rogers family was situated on Mount Yarwood in the western suburb of Yannopolis.
The estate encompassed several thousand square meters, making it the most expansive architectural complex in this ancient city, second only to the royal palace.
Meanwhile, in the side courtyard of the Rogers residence, a poised and refined woman anxiously regarded the middle-aged man seated opposite her, urgently imploring, “Broderick, Eunice possesses an extraordinarily high level of talent and is destined to become an outstanding perfumer in the future. You can't just stand by and do nothing! Mr. Joseph is hell-bent on appointing Catherine as the next family head. He would never consider trading the Fragrance Journal for Eunice.”