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Chapter 963
Chapter 963
Chapter 963 Settle The Score
Wilfred examined the medicine bottle in his hand, emitting a slight cough.
“I'm curious, Mr. Luther,” Wilfred began, “for a capable man like you, dealing with that dreadful woman
in my family would be as simple as lifting a finger. I don't understand why you chose such a roundabout
strategy, painstakingly saving me, only to use me as a tool to eliminate her.”
Artemis leaned casually against the screen, his arms folded across his chest, radiating an air of
nonchalance.
“It's quite simple. This is Gregan. If I make a direct move, it will inevitably raise suspicions among
various powers. They might believe I have ambitions to invade their territories. As for me, I have no
further ambitions in my remaining years. All I desire is to spend my life peacefully with my wife and
children, without them being constantly watched and worried about by the outside world.”
He continued, “Old Mr. White, you're a Gregan noble. With the current turmoil in the land, and your
involvement, it is only fitting for you to step forward to quell the chaos. Moreover, having been in charge
of the White family for several years, you should know better than anyone how to reclaim power from
your wife's grasp. All right, now that the antidote has been delivered, I won't waste words. I have only
one request: once you regain control, cleanse the household thoroughly. Don't let Kurt continue to harm
others.”
At the mention of Kurt, a shadow of darkness passed through Wilfred's eyes. “You don't need to tell me This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
that; I can deal with that treacherous scoundrel myself.”
Artemis was about to respond when suddenly, a faint noise emanated from outside. He swiftly turned
around and shouted to the unseen eavesdropper, “Who's there? Come out.”
A flurry of footsteps echoed but eventually faded away, and a cold, calculated look replaced the warmth
in Artemis' eyes.
Someone had been listening in, and he couldn't allow them to escape. If they did, today's plans with
Wilfred might be exposed.
With that determination, he darted outside.
Moments later, he returned, dragging a young girl with him and carelessly throwing her onto the floor.
“Old Mr. White, do you recognize this person?”
Wilfred lowered his gaze, his brows furrowing as he recognized the young girl. “Cersei, what are you
doing here? Did you overhear my conversation with Mr. Luther just now?”
Cersei White was Wilfred's daughter from his mistress. During his house arrest, she had often sneaked
over to see him. Despite his resentment toward the wicked woman, he held a deep affection for his
daughter.
“I-I overheard it, but I didn't mean to eavesdrop, Daddy,” stammered Cersei. “Are you really going to
fight with Mommy until the end?”
No sooner had her words fallen than a dagger was pressed against her throat.
Cersei shivered intensely, her gaze slowly moving upward to Artemis' handsome face, a glimmer of
astonishment flickering in her eyes.
He was such a mature and charming man, both aloof and resolute.
“I-I...”
A glint of murderous intent flashed in Artemis' eyes. Unconsciously, his grip tightened, and his hand
moved dangerously close to her throat.
Cersei let out a sharp scream, prompting Wilfred to rush over.
“Mr. Luther, please show mercy. My daughter means no harm. It's enough to confine her and restrict
her freedom. I beg you to spare her life.”
Artemis furrowed his brows, his voice deep as he asked, “Can you guarantee that our plan won't be
leaked?”
“Rest assured, Mr. Luther. From now on, I will confine her within the White residence. She won't have
any contact with the outside world.”
With a swift chop of his hand, Artemis rendered Cersei unconscious.
“All right, I'll trust you this time, Old Mr. White. Remember our agreement. I can restore you to your
former glory, but I can also leave you clinging to life by a thread.”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Luther, rest assured. I will take control of that venomous woman at home as soon as
possible, and then catch that rebellious Kurt off guard.”
Artemis nodded slightly, issued a few more instructions, and then turned to leave.
After watching Artemis disappear, Wilfred took the antidote from the bottle and swallowed it.
The middle-aged bodyguard, who had been silently standing behind him, spoke up. “Old Mr. White,
what should we do next?”
Wilfred snorted coldly, saying, “That venomous woman truly believes she's in control of the White
family. If I hadn't been poisoned, if she hadn't held me by the throat, would I have allowed her to be so
arrogant and reckless? Now that the poison within me has been neutralized, it's time to settle the score
with that venomous woman. I will gather all my former subordinates hidden within the family and have
them strike back tonight. We will seize control of all her forces in one fell swoop.”
“Understood.”
It was destined to be a sleepless night that night.
Whether it was Wilfred or Broderick, they both launched a full-scale counterattack to regain the power
they were unwilling to let go of.
Early in the morning, as dawn broke, the door to the manor's laboratory slowly swung open, revealing
Bailey, who had spent a sleepless night inside, walking out with a fatigued expression.
Simon had also spent the entire night sitting on a chair, looking haggard and disheveled. Seeing Bailey
emerge, he quickly approached, urgently asking, “How did it go? Have you figured out a method to
dispel the parasitic worm?”
Bailey shook her head and sighed. “Perfumery is a weak spot for both Cameron and me. Even if we
manage to concoct a feasible antidote, we wouldn't dare to administer it to Luna.”
“Let's wait a bit longer. We need to rescue Catherine as soon as possible. She will be the one to make
the final decision. Only if she says it's okay, then it's okay,” she suggested.
Simon slumped back into his seat once again.
At this moment, Artemis walked over from the staircase. Squinting at Bailey, he asked, “Did you pull
another all-nighter?”
Bailey glanced at him, retorting sarcastically, “You've also pulled an all-nighter; what right do you have
to question me?”
Artemis gave a smile, yet his brows were clouded with concern. All he wanted was for her to rest well,
take care of her health, eat on time, and sleep regularly. Why was this wish so hard to fulfill?
He walked up to her, disregarding her struggles, and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms.
“What are you doing? Put me down; I'm not finished talking to Simon yet.”
“Go back to sleep; we can talk after you've rested. The sky won't fall in a moment's notice, and even if
it does, I'll be here to hold it up for you.”
Bailey gave up resisting. Once this man asserted his dominance, no one could stop him.
With that, she reassured Simon, “Simon, don't worry too much; Luna is fine for now. Let's patiently wait
for Catherine to return.”
“All right.”
For two consecutive days, the weather in Gregan was terribly gloomy. The city, shrouded in thick
clouds, seemed to be bracing for an unprecedented storm.
All the different factions maintained a cautious silence, with none of them willing to take risks by openly
engaging. Or perhaps, they were all secretly conducting their ow internal purges without bringing it into
the light.
At the Rogers residence, inside the main house's study, Joseph, who hadn't slept for days, had eyes
bloodshot from exhaustion.
He stood by the window, hands behind his back, and asked, “Has there been no action taken against
Catherine by the first branch these past few days?”
The butler nodded and said, “No, everything's been calm. Since you've been ill and shut yourself in, the
regular meetings over the past few days have not been held.”
Joseph slightly furrowed his brows, a hint of unease crossing his mind. “It's too quiet, so quiet it's
suffocating. Given Broderick's nature, he wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to deal with Catherine.
His current unusual behavior is indeed strange.”
“Then what should we do, Mr. Joseph?”
After some thought, Joseph spoke in a cold voice. “Retrieve the family head seal and lift the house
arrest on Catherine. Let's see if the first branch will make a move against her now.”