Charming Lady Hard To Chase After Being Dumped

Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Chapter 797 by desirenovel

The waiter led Nolan into the courtyard. A man was sitting in the corner of the outdoor cafe on the balcony.

The man turned his head upon hearing the footsteps of someone walking up the steps, and he looked at Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann actually came to see me, I’m truly honored.” “I’m guessing Uncle Topaz is the one who gave you my contact information.” Nolan pulled out the chair and sat down slowly across from that man.

Tristan summoned the waiter. “Fancy something to drink?”

He replied indifferently, “Anything will do.”

Tristan said to the waiter, “Give us another cup of Blue Mountain.”

The waiter nodded.

“Anthony is indeed the person who gave me your contact information. No matter what, I’m still your uncle.”

Goldmanns have

Knowles actually treated your mother very

a victim that would help the Knowles consolidate

had once been considered a scarce belle of

her exceptional appearance. And all the men who her beauty had intoxicated would spend a lot of

the ones who profited the most from the benefits given by those men. They had been treating her as if she was the party girl of the Knowles

faded bit by bit. But the Knowles never

up the coffee that the waiter had just placed on the table, his tone sounding unconcerned. “She would be of no value if she were to be tarnished by any man, and the Knowles knew that

to the entertainment industry, it was her choice to set

entertainment industry is indeed a complicated circle, but

across the mouth of the cup with his fingertip. “Regardless of the desire for power, status, and ambition, no matter how bad the entertainment industry was, it would not dare to push someone to be a party girl or even a call girl.” Although the entertainment industry was a complicated circle, most of the people who were living in it did things voluntarily rather than compulsorily. The entertainment industry in Zlokova was no longer a circle where the prestigious could do whatever they wanted. All artists had

one was living in the upper-class circle of Yaramoor, the country of capitalism, one who did not have