Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Bailey's expression darkened.

Is this scumbag threatening me right now? The head of the Archulean branch was my best friend while abroad and the one who led me into a career in design!

“Surely you jest, Mr. Luther. I was the one who unilaterally broke the contract. If anyone is to be dismissed, it should be me, the lead designer at the Archulean branch office. What does it have to do with Xavier? He has carried out his role dutifully and with integrity in Archulea, paving the way in the market for Luther Group's fashion brand over the years. Aren't you afraid of disappointing the hundreds of thousands of your employees by terminating him so indiscriminately?”

Artemis laughed softly, but there was no warmth in his piercing gaze.

She defends another man so impassionately, but when it comes to me, she won't even have a meal with me. Does she really hate me that much?

“I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Ms. Jefferson. Let me repeat myself. Xavier lacks good judgment and is incapable of fulfilling his role as the head of that office. Removing him from his post and sending someone else to replace him is nothing more than a normal case of employee transfer. A workplace is a cruel place, and only the strong survive.”

Bailey stared at him wordlessly.

The hell with that! Only the strong survive, you say?

After cursing inwardly at Luther's ancestors, she uttered through clenched teeth, “I'll do it. Mr. Luther, please let me know your sister's requirements as soon as possible so I can come up with a design according to her needs.”

Then, she stood up, scooped her bag from the table, and walked toward the door.

Artemis' expression turned grim, and he pressed his lips together into a thin, hard line.

You can't wait to leave, can you? Are you that desperate to go and seduce some other man?

After watching her leave, he reached for his phone on the table, pulled up Ken's number, and called him.

“Find out who Bailey is meeting and where.”

Over at a private room on the third floor, Edmund opened the door and walked in. When he saw Zayron and Maxton inhaling their food, he could not refrain from laughing and saying, “Eat slowly. Nobody is going to try and take it from you.”

Looking up from a heaping plate of lamb skewers, Zayron mumbled a greeting. “Daddy Eddy.”

also raised his head. Imitating Zayron's tone of voice, he called out softly, “Daddy

him. “You're

for the compliment,” Maxton responded

Zayron glowered silently.

stroking Maxton's head, he said gently, “You can only address me as 'uncle' because I'm your father's cousin. Don't make

then nodded obediently.

door to the private room opened

Edmund's handsome face, her cold

“I'm here.”

He smiled as he said, “And

face. She strode to the table, grabbed a drink, and took a few swigs. Then, gnashing her teeth, she muttered, “I encountered a

knew who the “rabid

make her blood boil. As always, that

don't force yourself. I'll talk to

he that much of a big shot that you have to step in

Why should you personally get involved?” Maxton piped up, looking like he had completely forgotten whose son he was and who

“It's my first time encountering such a despicable person as you. I can't believe I even took a photo with

causing so much trouble for me. If it weren't for all that money I wasted on feeding you

at her,

this is my biological

Knock! Knock! Knock!

moment, someone knocked on the door to the private room. Thinking that it was the

and a

stunned when

here?” Edmund hurried forward and reached for the coat draped over the

the bag Gwendolyn was holding, she slapped his arm away. “Step aside. Bay, come

then walked over to the

take the opportunity to have