Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 543

All the comments were asking for the official bank account of Willing Angels Foundation.

Within a few hours, the balance in the foundation's bank account increased by a few hundred million.

That was the kind of influence the world-renowned philanthropist, Betty, had.

She led a low-profile life during peaceful times, shying away from attention. But in times of calamity, such as the recent earthquake disaster, she rose to the occasion and carried the beacon of hope, restoring faith in humanity.

She became the talk of the town because of this earthquake disaster.

Several people were speculating about Betty's true identity. They were dying to know her exact background and why she was so generous to donate her entire fortune.

A few netizens even put up their requests online, begging Betty to do a face reveal so that they could see her in person.

Later that afternoon, Artemis, the head of Luther Group, issued a press release. According to the statement, Luther Group's eight-billion donation would not be sent to charity organizations in Quadfield. Instead, the entire sum would be remitted to Willing Angels Foundation, which would coordinate the purchase of essential supplies to be sent to the disaster zone.

The moment that announcement was made, the Internet was abuzz again.

The majority of the comments commended Artemis for his generous act.

Mr. Luther is always lavish with his money, donating almost ten billion. This is how a successful entrepreneur should be—responsible, caring, and big-hearted. I'm a proud consumer of Luther Group, spending more than ten thousand on their products annually.

As long as the occasion calls for it, Mr. Luther will go out of his way to help. True enough, he did not disappoint again this time. Those who are willing to give will receive more in return. Mr. Luther is a fine example; his business is booming because of all the charity he has done.

Such is our nation's heartthrob. I'm giving full points for what he did!

I was hesitating about whether to donate to Willing Angels Foundation. Now that Mr. Luther has given his endorsement by donating eight billion to them, what else do I have to fear? I shall transfer my money right now.

I'm transferring too!

Me too!

Similar comments kept pouring into the comment section.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom of the Luther residence, Bailey was sprawled on the bed scrolling through the news articles on her phone. She could not help but smile as she saw the comment sections flooded with “Willing Angels Foundation” and “Betty, the great philanthropist.”

She was particularly amused when she saw Artemis transfer eight billion to the foundation's bank account without informing her in advance.

Oh, what do I do with that man...

Bailey smiled to herself. She could not find the words to describe her love for Artemis.

In short, she loved him so much that she wished she could meld him into her so that he would be at her side, always.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Artemis walked in.

Seeing that, Bailey threw her phone aside and beckoned him over with her finger, winking at him naughtily.

A glint flashed across Artemis' eyes. He walked over to the bed and said with an arched brow, “Don't try to seduce me now. You know you can't handle me in this current state.”

Bailey shot him a glare and did not say anything further.

Artemis lay on the bed beside her and turned his head to look at her. He stared at her silently for a few minutes before chuckling, “How is my wife so capable?”

His compliment did not garner a response from Bailey. She moved her chin, gesturing to her phone, and asked, “Why did you transfer so much money to the foundation's bank account?”

Artemis snickered and replied casually, “I was worried my wife did not have sufficient funds, which would cause her unnecessary anxiety. Now that I've made the first move, I'm sure several entrepreneurs will follow in my footsteps and donate to the foundation. My lovely wife can relax once the foundation secures a huge amount of funds.”

Bailey's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Artemis' words. She could not resist pinching his handsome face. “I love you more and more each day. By the way, aren't you afraid of the charity organizations in Quadfield finding trouble with you? After all, you're cutting off their financial support by attracting those business leaders to divert their donations to my foundation with that act of yours.”

Me too!

Similar comments kept pouring into the comment section.

Artemis was unfazed by her concern. He snorted coldly. “I'm only cutting off their financial support, not their livelihood. However, Raiden won't let them off that easily. He just assumed his role and can't afford to have any negative publicity that will threaten his position. I'm guessing the higher-ups will assign him to clean up Quadfield personally. Just wait and see; that bunch of corrupt good-for-nothings will be punished soon.”

Bailey laughed loudly. Unlike Artemis, she did not possess mastery over discerning people's thoughts, and she was envious of that.

“By the way, how did you know I'm Betty, the world-renowned philanthropist? Was it Zayron who slipped his tongue and told you about it?”

Artemis reached out and playfully pinched her nose. “A simple check revealed everything; I didn't need Zayron to tell me. Anyway, you're pretty generous to commit all your earnings to charity work. Don't you feel a sense of reluctance and conflict?”

Bailey waved her hand as a sign of dismissal. “Money is but a worldly possession; what's there to be reluctant about? Furthermore, you'll be providing for me in the future, right? So, why should I be worried about it? I don't believe you'll let me starve to death.”

Artemis could not find any words to rebut her.

Over in the CEO's office at Saunders Group, Victor was leaning lazily against his desk. Fatigue could be seen on his icy, stony face.

A seductive-looking woman stood behind him, massaging his head.

In the center of the office stood the director of the finance department. He lowered his head and stammered, “Mr. Saunders, an earthquake occurred in Quadfield and caused heavy destruction. The major corporations are pledging donations to various relief efforts. As a publicly listed company, should Saunders Group also...”

The finance department director hastily zipped his mouth in fear when he noticed an icy glare from Victor.

“Donate? How much are you thinking?” Victor questioned.

The finance department director pursed his lips and replied gingerly, “At least eighty million.”

Suddenly, Victor slammed his hand on the desk. The loud sound startled the finance department director and had him falling to his knees.