Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1700 

Daisie had grown up in a very protective household, just like a delicate flower that was raised in a greenhouse and had never experienced a single storm in its life.

So, how could she have seen such cruelties? That was especially so when he was related to why Ayan got tortured in the first place.

Another reason Nollace did not dare to tell Daisie about Ayan was that he was worried she would learn about his involvement.

That was why he had only left his good side to Daisie.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, in the Pruitt manor The sound of a slap resounded in the living room.

Freyja’s face was turned to the side, and her cheek flushed.She did not scream out of pain but listened to Sandy’s reprimand.

"Just whose side are you on? Your brother’s plan almost succeeded, and you’ve ruined it!"As long as Daisie and Nollace could no longer get along because of this incident, Ken would have the opportunity to use this incident to get a hold of the daughter of the Goldmanns.However, she did not expect this ungrateful daughter of hers would betray her own family! Freyja stared at her furious mother and asked calmly, "Mother, I don’t hope to see you two walk down a path of no return.Do you really think the Goldmanns are a family you can deal with?"

Sandy sneered.

"It’s not up to you to decide whether I can handle them or not.I only want the daughter of the Goldmanns to break up with that b*stard, Nollace."

"Didn’t Nollace take a fancy to Daisie only because of the Goldmanns’ status and power that she had behind her? If she doesn’t have the Goldmanns to back her up, how would he possibly even take a closer look at her?"

What Sandy said did not surprise Freyja at all as she had gotten used to it long ago.

did inherit all his conceit from

dare you talk

Sandy slapped her again.

her side clenched tightly.It seemed like that was not sufficient for

at the

not dare to say a word, so they

the whip and pointed

"You, kneel before me."

knelt on the

and the excruciating pain made Freyj’s

up covered in whip marks

not even a whimper, and

of cold sweat rolled down from the edge of her jaw, and blood was drained away

gradually turned into numbness, and the thin sleeves were

of whipping did not stop until

the pain of her skin splitting and the quiver that took place within the muscle tissues that were now exposed to the

the broken leather whip away and pointed

the warehouse.And before she asks for mercy, no one is to give her a single drop of

confiscated, and she was

no window in the warehouse, only

extremely warm, especially now that