Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 797

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.”

and looked expressionless. “The Goldmanns have never admitted

still blaming us for your mother’s encounter. The Knowles actually treated your mother very well, even though your

Nolan sneered. “The Knowles couldn’t give birth to a daughter, who could bring benefits to the family through marriage, so you adopted an orphan in order to make her into a victim that would help the Knowles consolidate its status among the upper class.” Looking at Tristan’s expression, which dimmed gradually, Nolan smirked. “You people from

been

Knowles had pushed her into the business and political circles because of her exceptional appearance. And all

profited the most from the benefits given by those men. They had been treating her

smile faded bit by bit. But the Knowles never allowed her to

on the table, his tone sounding unconcerned. “She would be of no value if

to the entertainment industry, it was her choice to set foot in

complicated circle, but it’s at least clearer

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 human rights. If anything was

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