Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114 The Master Betrays His Apprentice

After leaving the tearoom, Bailey was ready to return to her guest room to continue her nap.

Just as she returned to the main living room, Sammy came forward with her phone in hand. "Ms.

Bailey, your phone has been ringing several times. Mr. Luther asked me to bring it to you."

Bailey looked up at the second floor, not in a hurry to take the phone from his hand. Lowering her

voice, she asked, "What is he doing right now?"

Sammy, holding back a laugh, had a satisfied expression. I knew it. How could she possibly have a real

falling out with Mr. Luther? All of this is nothing more than a prank by her. Unfortunately, Mr. Luther

can't see past that, tormenting himself alone in his room. Still, a little quarrel and playfulness between a

couple is good. Life can be too bland, and it can always use some seasoning. Otherwise, over time, it

becomes tedious. "He's trying on all the clothes in the room. Your craftsmanship is truly exquisite, Ms.

Bailey. I can see your love as Mr. Luther puts them on one by one."

At that point, the butler hurriedly handed Bailey the phone he was holding. "The phone is ringing again.

You should probably answer it, Ms. Bailey."

Bailey's gaze swept across the screen, and upon seeing the words 'Winslow', she couldn't help but let

out a wry smile. He must have seen the rumors outside, thinking I stood by and did nothing while Orion

was in danger. That's probably why he keeps calling me.

After taking the phone, she walked toward the staircase while sliding the answer button. "Master

Winslow, it's been a while since we last spoke. How have you been?"

She wouldn't be surprised if he called her, since Winslow was the disciple of Traceless and the master

of Traceless' son.

"Bay, are you really going to stand by and watch Orion destroy himself? You two are practically ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

siblings, for goodness' sake. I understand that you hold a prestigious position and have many mentors

and peers in this world. However, Traceless has taught you, and you should show gratitude in return.

The disaster that befell Orion is ultimately because of you. You cannot stand by and do nothing," said

Winslow.

Bailey smiled and sighed lightly. "Master Winslow, how could you also believe the rumors from outside?

Do you really see me as that heartless? Ever since Orion was kidnapped, I've been searching

everywhere for him. How can you accuse me of standing by and doing nothing? Your words are rather

cruel."

"This..." Winslow found it challenging to speak, his concern causing his thoughts to be in disarray.

The world belonged to the young. He had the will but not the strength. Even if he wanted to save his

apprentice, he lacked the capability.

The only person he could rely on was Bailey. "If Faceless threatens Orion, would you hand over the Art

of Semblance?"

Bailey furrowed her brows. Why do I detect a hint of nervousness in his tone? I don't think he's nervous

about Orion. I think he's more concerned about whether I'll hand over The Art of Semblance. Could it

be...

The thought of a certain possibility caused Bailey's fingers to tighten abruptly around her phone.

Orion's disguise technique is not bad, and he has a calm temperament. Logically speaking, he

shouldn't be easily controlled by Faceless. Even if his strength was not on par with Faceless, he could

still send a distress signal when his life was at stake. In reality, he was captured without a trace, and I

didn't receive a single piece of news. The reason for this situation could be one of two things. Either

Faceless has become so powerful that it defies the natural order, or someone is helping her. Based on

Winslow's reaction, I have a bold guess. Perhaps Orion is betrayed. Well, I'll know once I probe about

it.

Thus, she said, "Master Winslow, as you know, Faceless' conduct is unscrupulous. If The Art of

Semblance falls into her hands, she will undoubtedly establish her own sect and completely control this

industry. When the time comes, and she gathers a motley crew to create chaos and harm in the world

under the guise of falsehood, our sin will be immense."

It seemed that Winslow snorted coldly. His tone was full of disdain, yet he played the victim with his

words, "You make a fair point, but Orion is my disciple. I can't just stand by and watch him die. Bay, if

you still have a shred of conscience left, you should hand over The Art of Semblance to Faceless. This

could save Orion's life. If you refuse, it'll mean you're ungrateful and treacherous."

As Bailey sneered, her eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

She became increasingly confident that there was something off about Winslow. Perhaps he was after

The Art of Semblance, and that was why he used Faceless to kidnap his own apprentice so he could

threaten her with Orion. This old man... He better not give me any leverage, otherwise, I'll surely drag

him to our ancestral master to beg for forgiveness.

"In that case, there's no point in me continuing to protect The Art of Semblance. Rest assured,

whenever Faceless brings Orion to see me, that's when I'll exchange him for The Art of Semblance,"

said Bailey.

"All right, all right," Winslow said, somewhat excitedly. "You're a good kid who understands the

importance of gratitude. Your master can rest in peace in heaven now. Now, only you and Orion are left

in the family. You must look out for each other and never give up on each other easily."

Even through the phone, Bailey could still detect the excitement in Winslow's voice. His joy definitely

does not stem from the fact that his disciple can be saved but rather from me agreeing to hand over

The Art of Semblance. I really should thank him for making this call tonight. Otherwise, I would've never

known that such a venomous snake is lurking by Orion's side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Winslow finally ended the call.

Bailey looked at the black screen of her phone, sneering. Working with Faceless is like asking a tiger

for its skin. His end will surely be tragic.

In truth, from the very beginning, she never intended to keep The Art of Semblance to herself. She was

hoping that Orion could graduate as soon as possible and then inherit it from her.

In the end, Winslow ran out of patience and foolishly cut off his retreat.

It was both ridiculous and tragic!

"Cassius, can you help me locate Master Winslow?" She suspected that Winslow was in Ordano but

needed confirmation.

"Of course," Cassius replied.

Bailey hesitated for a moment upon reaching the second floor but ultimately decided to proceed to the

guest room.

She chose to leave Artemis in the cold for a few more days. He needs to learn a lesson, or else all the

hardships I've endured in the past would have been in vain.

As she pushed open the door to the guest room, she noticed that the lights inside were brilliantly lit.

Her initial instinct was to turn around and leave, but her arm was suddenly grabbed. She felt a pulling

force and was swept into the room.

A familiar scent lingered at the tip of her nose. She raised her arm and threw the scroll she was holding

away.

Artemis swiftly dodged, and the scroll fell to the ground, instantly unrolling upon impact.

Both of them looked down at the painting on the ground simultaneously. Upon seeing its contents,

Artemis quickly bent down to pick up the scroll.

Taking advantage of that moment, Bailey swiftly slipped out of his embrace.

The distance between them widened, allowing her to clearly see the shirt he was wearing.

The garment was black, with gold patterns adorning the collar and cuffs, exuding a sense of nobility

amidst its solemnity. The shirt perfectly complemented his demeanor.