Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 322

“Of course. If I didn't have a way, I wouldn't have come before you today,” Zoey said.

“All right, tell me your plan. If I approve of it, we will work together. If I don't, don't you think of playing

any tricks either. Your family may be influential in Lostaria, but that doesn't mean you can afford to

offend the Fletcher family.”

Zoey merely smiled at Scarlett without voicing any objections, fulfilling the latter's sense of superiority.

Scarlett was used to being the center of attention, and she had never really experienced any hardships.

Just a few words of flattery were enough to make her feel full of herself. Once that happened, Zoey

would be able to wrap Scarlett around her little finger.

“Bailey is representing Chanaea in the competition, and Raiden is fully in charge of this. Obviously,

they're going to discuss things with each other. Ms. Fletcher, don't you want to grab this great

opportunity right before you?”

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Zoey. “Finish what you want to say at once. Don't keep me hanging; I

don't have the energy to play the guessing game with you.”

Zoey couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Does she actually think she can compete with Bailey with that brain of hers? She'll be defeated the

moment they face each other.

“I'm sure Raiden has a copy of Bailey's source code on his computer. If you find a way to get it and leak

it to the other contestants—”

Scarlett raised her hand and stopped Zoey before she could finish.

She finally understood what Zoey meant.

“Do you think I'm stupid? I don't need you to explain that to me in detail,” Scarlett retorted.

Her words once again caused Zoey to scorn her in her heart.

Staring at Zoey coldly, Scarlett demanded, “What can I gain from doing this?”

Zoey had to suppress her urge to laugh as she explained, “If Bailey doesn't win, she won't be able to

redeem herself. More importantly, she will be accused of plagiarizing. Once she goes down, no one

can protect Veronique. With Veronique gone, who else will compete with you to become Justin's wife?”

As Scarlett listened on, she clenched her fists.

That's right! If I want to get rid of Veronique, I need to deal with Bailey first.

“Okay, deal. I'll find an opportunity to steal the source code. Once I get it, I'll give it to you.”

“No problem. I'm looking forward to our fruitful collaboration.”

The two women clinked glasses and shared a smile.

In the seaside mansion, the bedroom was painted crimson by the setting sun.

Victoria slowly opened her eyes. After spacing out for a while, she slowly regained her senses.

She tried to sit up, but she felt boneless.

As she tried to move, an excruciating pain shot up from between her legs.

When she recalled the scenes in the garden that afternoon, a look of shame and despair flashed

across her face.

What shouldn't have happened still happened. I can't believe I hooked up with a married man.

She didn't want to ruin his marriage, but in the end, she still did.

What should I do if his wife and child find out what I have done to their peaceful life?

Just then, the doorknob clicked open, and in came Lionel with a platter.

“You're awake? Take this medicine.”

As he spoke, he walked over and took a box of medicine from the platter before throwing it onto the

pillow.

Victoria turned her attention to the box. Birth control pills.

Upon seeing those words, she felt as if something had pierced through her heart.

That was the difference between a wife and a mistress.

It was only right for the wife to bear children for her husband, but if the mistress were to do that, she

would be known as a shameless b*tch to the others. Not only that, her child would be an illegitimate

child.

No, things are already hard enough. I can't have a child. That will make life even more miserable.

With that in mind, Victoria gritted her teeth and propped herself up.

She was wearing pajamas. Aside from the exhaustion and pain down there, she had no other

discomfort.

He probably cleaned me up and dressed me in these clean pajamas after I passed out. Should I thank

him? Well, at least it doesn't feel as awkward anymore.

After opening the box, Victoria shoved a pill into her mouth without any hesitation.

The bitter and dry pill burned her throat, forcing her into a coughing fit.

Anger filled Lionel's eyes as he watched her. She didn't even hesitate a bit when she swallowed the pill.

Does she hate me that much? Is she so unwilling to bear a child for me?

At that thought, Lionel leaned down and pried her mouth open, digging the pill out of her throat.

“You don't want to bear a child for me, huh? I'm not going to let you have your way. From now on, you

stay here obediently until you get pregnant.”

Then he turned toward the bathroom with the pill between his fingers.

Panicked, Victoria pulled the hem of his shirt and choked out between coughs. “Give it to me. Give me

the pill! I don't want to get pregnant. I can't!”

Her voice was hoarse from her frantic pleading earlier, which had fallen on deaf ears.

Veins popped out of Lionel's forehead as he shook her hand off and strode toward the bathroom.

“Is this your revenge against me?” Victoria's sorrowful voice echoed across the room.