Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 553

Sue had said she couldn’t remember anyone and things that happened before the accident. However, she still remembered that she had worked in Luxella before. Just what kind of accident had she gotten herself into that required her to change her appearance?

She wasn’t Sue. Even if she went over her back and got herself plastic surgery, she did not look like Sue completely.

Nolan knew this woman had gotten plastic surgery before. Apparently, there was a probability she had been distigured before getting the plastic surgery, so she had made up the story about the accident and pretended to be “Sue.”

If she knew that the original Sue had worked for Luxella before and was able to disguise herself as her, she must have had a good relationship with the original Sue.

Therefore, they just needed to investigate who the original Sue had come in contact with three years ago, and everything would become clear.

Suddenly, something crossed Maisie’s mind, and she said, “I heard Quincy mentioning about the son of the consortium in Yaramoor. He’ s the owner of Luxella right now, so does this mean that this Mr. Hathaway from Yaramoor is Roger’s new milk cow?”

Nolan chuckled at Maisie’s comment and said, “Maybe he’s just doing charity.”

“Why are you so sure about that?” Maisie mumbled.

Nolan lowered his head and wrapped his hand around hers. “He’s from the Hathaways, and his family has a little bit of connection to the Goldmanns.”

bit of

is one

Maisie was taken aback.

one of

the Goldmanns, but this was the first time Nolan mentioned

said, if he did not want to talk about her, she wouldn’t ask about

of them flocked

of reporters gathered outside the Stoslo’s Parliament Building. However, the netizens and the public

suspicious of the vaccines developed by “Strix”,

Kestner, didn’t you say the vaccines are fine?” A man’s voice echoed

the smoke

sideways and looked at them. “But they can

get a chance to turn the tables. Mr. Goldmann is one of th infected patients, and the media are all over him

won’t work on him. He’s beyond saving. If you

up to the desk, placed his hands on top of the desk, and hissed angrily, “You have to

did not say anything. He just crushed the cigarette butt in the