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.”

have never admitted to the fact of having

still blaming us for your mother’s encounter. The Knowles actually treated your mother very well, even though your mother wasn’t related to

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,

appearance had been outstanding, and she had once been considered

all the men who her beauty had intoxicated would spend a lot of money just to be

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 rather

But the Knowles never allowed

no value if she were to be tarnished by any man, and the Knowles knew that really well. An unobtainable item is often

a clear grin. “But when it came to the entertainment industry,

indeed a complicated circle, but it’s at least clearer than

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

Yaramoor, the country of capitalism, one who did not have a powerful background could only become a plaything