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.”

Goldmanns have never admitted

blaming us for your mother’s encounter. The Knowles actually treated your

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

once been considered a scarce belle of the entertainment

political circles because of her exceptional appearance. And all the men who her beauty had intoxicated would spend a lot of money just to be able to approach

They had been treating her as if she was the party girl of the

But the Knowles never allowed her to

“She would be of no value if she were to be tarnished by any man, and the Knowles knew that really

clear grin. “But when it came to the entertainment

circle, but it’s at

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 human rights. If anything was forced onto anyone and the incident was exposed, the reputation of the

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