Chapter 84: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 84

Chapter 84 Crash and Burn

Serenity nodded with a smile. Then, she sat down a fair distance away from them with her lute in her

arms. In no time, the crisp and sweet strains of music floated in the room. Meanwhile, the other

ladies exclaimed jokingly, “Don't purify yourself, Mr. Road! We love you as you are.”

Chuckling, Alex remarked, “That makes sense. Mr. Nolan here is chaste, so I'm your only hope. How

does the saying go again? If I don't sacrifice myself for the greater good, who will?" “Pfft...” The

ladies giggled, while Silas shot him an affronted glare. “You should have a care lest I throw up at

that gross remark!”

Unfazed, Alex leaned close to him with curiosity written all over his face. “So, what exactly

happened? I heard that you even crushed Harriet Grant? Isn't there a collaboration between Grant

Group and Nolan Group?” Downing his glass of wine, Silas replied with utter distaste, “She can't

manage her brother well, so I kindly helped her out!”

"Her target was Camila Brooklyn, so what has it got to do with you?” Alex asked in feigned

bafflement, craftiness concealed in his eyes. “Could I have just ignored it when she was right beside

me?” Silas retorted. Alex arched an eyebrow even as he smirked slyly. “Really? Do you just like her

that much?”

Cutting him a glare, Silas stubbornly declared, "What that man did was practically slapping me

across the face right before me, so I just didn't like him. What has it got to do with liking her?”

Alex curled his lips and exclaimed, “Cut that crap! Did you think I don’t know you? When have you,

Silas Nolan, ever loved poking your nose into someone else's affairs?” “He just had to come and

seek death, so what could I do?” Silas shot back. Alex exchanged a look with Hayden. “You're sure

you don't like her?” “He can't admit it even if he does. After all, Silas is the kind of person who's

used to being pursued.” After snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Silas demanded with a

disdainful look, “Do you two even know what liking someone means?” The two of them shared a

look before they burst out laughing. “Indeed, we've never saved any damsel in distress, unlike you.”

“Let me ask you this-what were you thinking back then?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” Silas answered

perfunctorily.

Alex's expression turned knowing. “That's it. It's game over for you. It's exactly such subconscious

action that's most terrifying! It seems like you've been taken down without you even having realized

it.” Silas was rendered speechless for the very first time. Actually, he was thinking at that time. When

he heard that the man wanted Camila to sleep with him, his only thought was to kill that man.

Perhaps it was because they'd been teasing him, but he abruptly recalled the time when he saw her

during the grand competition. I was truly happy back then, delighted even. Could it be that... I have

really developed feelings for her? The next day, Camila was in the studio, keeping an eye on things

since the renovation was about to be done when she suddenly received a call from Silas just

moments after she'd arrived, asking her to go over to Ruby Palace. While he didn't specify the

reason, she knew that he wasn't the kind of person who'd ask her out for no reason, so she readily

agreed and drove over to Ruby Palace right away. Since she'd been here once, she was familiar with

the place. The moment she went in, she noticed a huge crowd gathered in the lobby. As she was

wondering what was happening, she heard a woman's furious bellow. “Ben Roberts, what do you

take me for? A back-up lover? Aren't you on a business trip?” Stifling his anger, the man proclaimed,

“I just came back, okay? She's just a client, so you don't need to get all suspicious.” After taking two

steps further, Camila caught sight of the person who was speaking at a single glance. The man was

casually dressed in black, his expression as dark as charcoal. On the other hand, the woman was

wearing a red dress, her face brimming with profound ire. Meanwhile, the woman standing beside

the man was Lyla. Recognition dawned upon her. Aren't these two people the couple I bumped into

when I bought a car? Ben Roberts and Jessica Smith. Huh? Are they crashing now? inexorable joy

inundated her. I just knew that they're going to crash and burn sooner or later. She then squeezed

further to the front. Her face bright red with fury, Jessica sneered. “A client? Ben Roberts, I'm truly

impressed that you managed to cook up such an absurd lie! Which part of her screams client?”