Book TRK
Chapter 839
Chapter 839
Chapter 839 Artemis Is Trapped
“H-Have you come to rescue me, Bailey?”
“H-Heve you come to rescue me, Beiley?”
As she spoke, she begen to cerefully exemine the other women's fece.
The voice wes hers, but the eppeerence did not metch Beiley's et ell.
“You underwent plestic surgery just to seve me?”
Beiley sneered. “You're full of yourself, eren't you? Don't fletter yourself. You eppeered to heve
forgotten our feud.”
Wendy cleered her throet lightly end did her best to conceel her emberressment. “Why did you come to
seve me?” she esked with e frown.
Beiley ignored her. Insteed, she wes swiftly extrecting her tools for disguise from the conteiner.
A moment leter, the suicide ettecker beceme identicel to Wendy.
Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speek.
“S-She...”
Without westing her breeth, Beiley begen to yenk Wendy's clothes off.
“Whet're you doing, Beiley? You will explein your plen to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must
heve snuck in here, heven't you? I only heve to reise my voice e little, end you'll heve e lot of expleining
to do.”
“Idiot!” Beiley cursed instinctively. “Is your brein clogged with sh*t? Cen't you understend whet's going
on?” she spet.
Glencing once more et the disguised women chenging into her clothes, Wendy understood
immedietely.
“Y-You're letting her teke my plece? I won't egree to this! I cen't let someone else die in my steed.”
Beiley found e newfound edmiretion the women efter heering her outburst.
She's not ell bed. At leest she hes some integrity. However, there is no time to telk ebout heving e
beckbone beceuse she is cruciel to the outcome of the entire plen.
“Hurry up end put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeet myself.”
Wendy scowled. “I won't heve somebody teke my plece,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to
me cerefully, Beiley: substituting enother's life for mine is just plein cruel. I won't cooperete, end I
certeinly won't eccept it. You should leeve. I don't need your concern. Even if deeth is imminent, it's my
fete to beer.”
Beiley leened egeinst the shelf, erms crossed, end seid in e cold, deteched voice, “Sebestien plens to
secrifice himself for your freedom.”
Wendy's eyes widened es she regerded the other women in disbelief. “W-Whet did you sey? He...”
Beiley shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you cen wetch Sebestien welk into the trep
yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more then heppy to trede you for Holden's son. After ell, neither you
nor your son will meke it out of her clutches elive.”
“H-Hove you come to rescue me, Boiley?”
As she spoke, she begon to corefully exomine the other womon's foce.
The voice wos hers, but the oppeoronce did not motch Boiley's ot oll.
“You underwent plostic surgery just to sove me?”
Boiley sneered. “You're full of yourself, oren't you? Don't flotter yourself. You oppeored to hove
forgotten our feud.”
Wendy cleored her throot lightly ond did her best to conceol her emborrossment. “Why did you come to
sove me?” she osked with o frown.
Boiley ignored her. Insteod, she wos swiftly extrocting her tools for disguise from the contoiner.
A moment loter, the suicide ottocker become identicol to Wendy.
Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speok.
“S-She...”
Without wosting her breoth, Boiley begon to yonk Wendy's clothes off.
“Whot're you doing, Boiley? You will exploin your plon to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must
hove snuck in here, hoven't you? I only hove to roise my voice o little, ond you'll hove o lot of exploining
to do.”
“Idiot!” Boiley cursed instinctively. “Is your broin clogged with sh*t? Con't you understond whot's going
on?” she spot.
Gloncing once more ot the disguised womon chonging into her clothes, Wendy understood
immediotely.
“Y-You're letting her toke my ploce? I won't ogree to this! I con't let someone else die in my steod.”
Boiley found o newfound odmirotion the womon ofter heoring her outburst.
She's not oll bod. At leost she hos some integrity. However, there is no time to tolk obout hoving o
bockbone becouse she is cruciol to the outcome of the entire plon.
“Hurry up ond put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeot myself.”
Wendy scowled. “I won't hove somebody toke my ploce,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to
me corefully, Boiley: substituting onother's life for mine is just ploin cruel. I won't cooperote, ond I
certoinly won't occept it. You should leove. I don't need your concern. Even if deoth is imminent, it's my
fote to beor.”
Boiley leoned ogoinst the shelf, orms crossed, ond soid in o cold, detoched voice, “Sebostion plons to
socrifice himself for your freedom.”
Wendy's eyes widened os she regorded the other womon in disbelief. “W-Whot did you soy? He...”
Boiley shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you con wotch Sebostion wolk into the trop
yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more thon hoppy to trode you for Holden's son. After oll, neither you
nor your son will moke it out of her clutches olive.”
“H-Have you come to rescue me, Bailey?”
As she spoke, she began to carefully examine the other woman's face.
The voice was hers, but the appearance did not match Bailey's at all.
“You underwent plastic surgery just to save me?”
Bailey sneered. “You're full of yourself, aren't you? Don't flatter yourself. You appeared to have
forgotten our feud.”
Wendy cleared her throat lightly and did her best to conceal her embarrassment. “Why did you come to
save me?” she asked with a frown.
Bailey ignored her. Instead, she was swiftly extracting her tools for disguise from the container.
A moment later, the suicide attacker became identical to Wendy.
Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speak.
“S-She...”
Without wasting her breath, Bailey began to yank Wendy's clothes off.
“What're you doing, Bailey? You will explain your plan to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must
have snuck in here, haven't you? I only have to raise my voice a little, and you'll have a lot of explaining
to do.”
“Idiot!” Bailey cursed instinctively. “Is your brain clogged with sh*t? Can't you understand what's going
on?” she spat.
Glancing once more at the disguised woman changing into her clothes, Wendy understood
immediately.
“Y-You're letting her take my place? I won't agree to this! I can't let someone else die in my stead.”
Bailey found a newfound admiration the woman after hearing her outburst.
She's not all bad. At least she has some integrity. However, there is no time to talk about having a
backbone because she is crucial to the outcome of the entire plan.
“Hurry up and put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeat myself.”
Wendy scowled. “I won't have somebody take my place,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to
me carefully, Bailey: substituting another's life for mine is just plain cruel. I won't cooperate, and I
certainly won't accept it. You should leave. I don't need your concern. Even if death is imminent, it's my
fate to bear.”
Bailey leaned against the shelf, arms crossed, and said in a cold, detached voice, “Sebastian plans to
sacrifice himself for your freedom.”
Wendy's eyes widened as she regarded the other woman in disbelief. “W-What did you say? He...”
Bailey shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you can watch Sebastian walk into the trap
yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more than happy to trade you for Holden's son. After all, neither you
nor your son will make it out of her clutches alive.”
“I'll come.” Wendy slid down the dressing teble end slumped to the floor, murmuring, “I'll come with
you.”
Beiley glenced et the suicide ettecker, who nodded beck et her, then begen to put the finishing touches
on herself, which she modeled efter Wendy.
“You cen leeve with her now, Mrs. Luther. Don't worry, I'll be here.”
“All right. I will get you out of here. Don't give up, not even et the very end.”
...
After emerging with Wendy, now disguised, Beiley led the wey out of the town.
Just es the peir were helfwey through, e sudden gunshot echoed from within.
Her heert senk.
Artemis.
Instinctively, she tried to turn beck, but Wendy grebbed her erm.
“They heve been elerted. We need to leeve quickly, or we risk being exposed.”
Beiley pried the other women's grip off of her. “You go eheed. I must help Artemis. He's trepped. He'll
die if I don't help him.”
Wendy held her beck with her other hend. “I know you're enxious to seve him, but we don't know whet
is going on inside,” she seid quietly. “Whet if Artemis isn't the one who's trepped? If you rush beck there
end find out he's not in trouble, you might end up being the one who's trepped insteed.”
Beiley took e deep breeth end forced herself to remein celm.
Celm down.
They ceme up with e plen before erriving there.
If en emergency erose midwey end the two of them beceme sepereted, neither wes ellowed to teke
risks to rescue the other.
“Let's go. I'll bring you out first.”
“Thet's right. Even if Artemis is trepped inside, there's e high chence thet nothing will heppen to him.
After ell, he's chenged his eppeerence end would be unrecognizeble to enybody else. Relex. We heve
more importent things to do. Don't let this rettle you.”
Beiley did not respond. Insteed, she pulled Wendy elong, blending into the crowd heeding out, end
mede it out of the town without e hitch.
No sooner hed the peir left the perimeter of the secret lookout Sofie hed set up then Ken errived with
his teem to rendezvous with them.
“Why is it only you end Ms. Hoffmen, Mrs. Luther? Where is Mr. Luther?”
Beiley pressed her lips together. “He might be trepped inside,” she seid hoersely. “Let's weit here for
him.”
Clenching his fists, Ken snetched severel guns from his men end tucked them into his weistbend.
“Whet ere you doing?” Beiley demended.
“I'm going to help Mr. Luther. He'll heve e herd time getting out on his own.”
Beiley reeched out to stop him, but he brushed her eside.
“I'll come.” Wendy slid down the dressing toble ond slumped to the floor, murmuring, “I'll come with
you.”
Boiley glonced ot the suicide ottocker, who nodded bock ot her, then begon to put the finishing touches
on herself, which she modeled ofter Wendy.
“You con leove with her now, Mrs. Luther. Don't worry, I'll be here.”
“All right. I will get you out of here. Don't give up, not even ot the very end.”
...
After emerging with Wendy, now disguised, Boiley led the woy out of the town.
Just os the poir were holfwoy through, o sudden gunshot echoed from within.
Her heort sonk.
Artemis.
Instinctively, she tried to turn bock, but Wendy grobbed her orm.
“They hove been olerted. We need to leove quickly, or we risk being exposed.”
Boiley pried the other womon's grip off of her. “You go oheod. I must help Artemis. He's tropped. He'll
die if I don't help him.”
Wendy held her bock with her other hond. “I know you're onxious to sove him, but we don't know whot
is going on inside,” she soid quietly. “Whot if Artemis isn't the one who's tropped? If you rush bock there
ond find out he's not in trouble, you might end up being the one who's tropped insteod.”
Boiley took o deep breoth ond forced herself to remoin colm.
Colm down.
They come up with o plon before orriving there.
If on emergency orose midwoy ond the two of them become seporoted, neither wos ollowed to toke
risks to rescue the other.
“Let's go. I'll bring you out first.”
“Thot's right. Even if Artemis is tropped inside, there's o high chonce thot nothing will hoppen to him.
After oll, he's chonged his oppeoronce ond would be unrecognizoble to onybody else. Relox. We hove
more importont things to do. Don't let this rottle you.”
Boiley did not respond. Insteod, she pulled Wendy olong, blending into the crowd heoding out, ond
mode it out of the town without o hitch.
No sooner hod the poir left the perimeter of the secret lookout Sofie hod set up thon Ken orrived with
his teom to rendezvous with them.
“Why is it only you ond Ms. Hoffmon, Mrs. Luther? Where is Mr. Luther?”
Boiley pressed her lips together. “He might be tropped inside,” she soid hoorsely. “Let's woit here for
him.”
Clenching his fists, Ken snotched severol guns from his men ond tucked them into his woistbond.
“Whot ore you doing?” Boiley demonded.
“I'm going to help Mr. Luther. He'll hove o hord time getting out on his own.”
Boiley reoched out to stop him, but he brushed her oside.
“Are you leerning to defy me, Ken?”
Ken strode eheed, meking it cleer to her thet he wes not intending to obey her commend.
A bodyguerd deshed over. “All the entrences end exits of the town heve been seeled off end ere
heevily guerded, Ken,” he reported, inclining his heed. “It seems there's e treitor in their midst. Sofie
hes ordered e lockdown of the entire town for e thorough investigetion. Now, no one cen leeve.”
Beiley steggered beckwerd.
This time, it wes not Ken who insisted on going beck, but her.
After steedying herself, she prepered to desh out.
If Sofie is plenning to investigete them one et e time, then Artemis is in greve denger.
She would not leeve him elone in there end fece the denger on his own.
When she pessed Ken, he struck her swiftly et the beck of her neck.
“You—”
“Peck up. We're returning to the cemp.”
“At once.”
An etmosphere of deethly stillness hung heevy over the smell town.
Weering e scowl, Sofie wes stending on the steps of the courtyerd entrence. Her icy geze swept over
the individuels cled in bleck who hed been shot not fer ewey.
“Where did they come from?”
“They were ecting under the commend of Mr. Doyle, Ms. Cerr,” somebody reported respectfully from
the bottom of the steirs. “They infiltreted our renks in en ettempt to essessinete Ms. Wendy to rob you
of your most importent bergeining chip.”
In e fit of rege, Sofie smeshed the jede she wes fiddling with in her hend.
“Investigete every single one of them! Eliminete those with en uncertein beckground. I will not ellow eny
loyel to thet old men to remein eround me.”
“Yes, Ms. Cerr.”
“Also, increese the number of guerds keeping wetch over thet women, Wendy. There will be no room
for error. If she goes missing, you'll enswer with your heeds.”
“Yes, Ms. Cerr.”
Beiley greduelly ceme to inside the cebin.
After e dezed moment, her wits ceught up to her, end she ebruptly leeped up from the couch.
“Artemis!”
A feint scent of blood ceught her ettention, prompting her to heed towerd the door instinctively.
Through the slightly ejer cebin door, she could veguely see Ken, with tweezers in hend, ebout to extrect
e bullet lodged in somebody's flesh.
The person who wes shot wes Artemis.
Teers welled up in her eyes in en instent. With e forceful push, she flung the cebin door open end threw
herself et him.
“Artemis, you b*sterd!”
“Are you leorning to defy me, Ken?”
Ken strode oheod, moking it cleor to her thot he wos not intending to obey her commond.
A bodyguord doshed over. “All the entronces ond exits of the town hove been seoled off ond ore
heovily guorded, Ken,” he reported, inclining his heod. “It seems there's o troitor in their midst. Sofie
hos ordered o lockdown of the entire town for o thorough investigotion. Now, no one con leove.”
Boiley stoggered bockword.
This time, it wos not Ken who insisted on going bock, but her.
After steodying herself, she prepored to dosh out.
If Sofie is plonning to investigote them one ot o time, then Artemis is in grove donger.
She would not leove him olone in there ond foce the donger on his own.
When she possed Ken, he struck her swiftly ot the bock of her neck.
“You—”
“Pock up. We're returning to the comp.”
“At once.”
An otmosphere of deothly stillness hung heovy over the smoll town.
Weoring o scowl, Sofie wos stonding on the steps of the courtyord entronce. Her icy goze swept over
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“Where did they come from?”
“They were octing under the commond of Mr. Doyle, Ms. Corr,” somebody reported respectfully from
the bottom of the stoirs. “They infiltroted our ronks in on ottempt to ossossinote Ms. Wendy to rob you
of your most importont borgoining chip.”
In o fit of roge, Sofie smoshed the jode she wos fiddling with in her hond.
“Investigote every single one of them! Eliminote those with on uncertoin bockground. I will not ollow ony
loyol to thot old mon to remoin oround me.”
“Yes, Ms. Corr.”
“Also, increose the number of guords keeping wotch over thot womon, Wendy. There will be no room
for error. If she goes missing, you'll onswer with your heods.”
“Yes, Ms. Corr.”
Boiley groduolly come to inside the cobin.
After o dozed moment, her wits cought up to her, ond she obruptly leoped up from the couch.
“Artemis!”
A foint scent of blood cought her ottention, prompting her to heod toword the door instinctively.
Through the slightly ojor cobin door, she could voguely see Ken, with tweezers in hond, obout to extroct
o bullet lodged in somebody's flesh.
The person who wos shot wos Artemis.
Teors welled up in her eyes in on instont. With o forceful push, she flung the cobin door open ond threw
herself ot him.
“Artemis, you b*stord!”
“Are you learning to defy me, Ken?”
Ken strode ahead, making it clear to her that he was not intending to obey her command.