Three Little Guardian Angels

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.”

Nolan lifted his gaze and looked expressionless. “The Goldmanns have never admitted to the fact of having you

Knowles actually treated your mother very well, even though your mother wasn’t related to us by

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 the Knowles didn’t need a daughter. What you needed was a

and she had once been considered

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

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

faded bit by bit. But 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

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

circle,

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

if one was living in the upper-class circle of Yaramoor, the country of capitalism, one who did not have a powerful background could only become a plaything