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,

glared at him. “You're

Maxton responded with a

Zayron glowered silently.

as he walked up to the two boys. Reaching out a hand and stroking Maxton's head, he said gently, “You can only address me as 'uncle' because I'm your

broke into a grin, then nodded obediently.

the door to the private room

eyes flitted over Edmund's handsome face, her cold gaze

“I'm here.”

at the watch on his wrist. He smiled as he said, “And I thought I was late. Didn't you go to

a few swigs. Then, gnashing her teeth, she

smiled faintly. Naturally, he knew who the “rabid

sure knows how to make her blood boil.

from Stephen. If you really can't handle it, don't force yourself. I'll talk to my cousin. I'm sure he still respects me enough to

a big shot that you have to step in personally? It's just designing a

piped up, looking like he had completely forgotten whose son he was and who

can't believe I even took a photo with you a few days

fault for getting up to so many sly tricks and causing so much trouble for me. If it weren't for all that money I wasted

stared at her,

is my

Knock! Knock! Knock!

to the private room. Thinking that it was the waiter, Edmund

opened, and a

Bailey were both stunned when they saw who

doing here?” Edmund hurried forward and reached for the coat

slapped his arm away.

corners of her lips upward into a faint smile, then walked over to the older couple and

take the opportunity to have a meal together.