Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 17

“Mr. Goldmann, why would you think that I did it on purpose? All I did was try to match you up with Willow, didn’t I?” she explained while struggling, trying to break her hand free. 

Nolan hauled her forcibly, and Maisie almost fell into his arms.

He gave off a cold voice. “You’re the one who asked Willow to invite me to the Vanderbilt manor. And that’s your scheme all this while?”

Maisie was startled and let off a trace of doubt. She then raised her head, met his gaze, and felt a little amused. “So I’m the one who asked Willow to invite you to the Vanderbilt manor? Isn’t my reputation great?”

Nolan’s eyes looked stern and cold. “Maisie Vanderbilt, you’re not in the position to stick your hand into the matter between Willow and me. I don’t care what your purpose is, don’t act like you’re a wisenheimer.”

“Nolan, I’ll tell you something today. I didn’t ask Willow to invite you over here. Although I don’t know what Willow says to you, these things have nothing to do with me.”

Maisie shook off his hand and said solemnly, “I couldn’t care less about the matter between the two of you. So go back and tell your girlfriend not to point all her f*cking fingers at me whenever she needs a scapegoat for some random blame. I’m not a pushover that she should choose to provoke so easily!”

Maisie was so angry that she no longer cared about her image and choice of words. She turned around and was about to leave, but Nolan suddenly dragged her into his car.

“Mr. Goldmann, what are you doing? Let me go!” Maisie pushed the locked rear door and glared at Nolan, who was getting into the car. “Nolan Goldmann, you’d better let me go, or I’ll call the police!”

“Do as you like.” Nolan ignored her and drove the car away.

Watching the car leave, Willow, who had just walked out of the manor, clenched her fists as her eyes dimmed.

Nolan drove the car into the wilderness and stopped the car. Maisie glared at him vigilantly while he did so. “What are you doing? We’re in the middle of nowhere. Are you telling me that you’re planning to kill me here?”

“Get off,” Nolan only uttered two words.

Maisie took a glance at the pure darkness outside the car and asked, “You’re asking me to get off here?”

Nolan seemed impatient. “Are you telling me that you don’t understand what I just said? Get out of the car!”

Maisie hesitated, pushed the door, and got out of the car directly. Nolan drove away right after she closed the door.

fading away, Maisie gritted her teeth.

end of the endless highway was nowhere to

to the opposite side of the road. There were only rocks and seawater under the slope found on the other side

call herself a cab, but there was

that I’ll have to spend the

of the road. He did not know what was wrong with him, but he had truly lost his head

Willow to invite me to the Vanderbilt

had the guts to ask me to marry Willow in front of me. And I indeed don’t have the plan of marrying Willow, even though Willow

didn’t ask Willow to invite me to the Vanderbilt manor. Then why would Willow tell me that it was Maisie? Is Maisie lying, or did Willow lie

and he was agitated deep down

in that place… She should be

turned the car around,

left her, Nolan saw Maisie sitting on the curbstone, facing the

She then inserted her fingertips into the hair, bound them with a hairband, and the slender

it was a mysterious gauze, which gave

“I thought Mr. Goldmann was really planning to leave me

as he watched Maisie get up and pass by his side. He somewhat suspected whether he was being fascinated by a supernatural figure. He was even more reluctant to admit that he could think about something so steamy just by looking at a woman tying

and was about to open the door when his

turned and glanced

tone sounded indifferent. “I’m not your

got into the car

tutted, turned around, walked to the front passenger seat, got into the car, and sat

ignored her and drove away with a

to him either. She supported her head with one hand and leaned on the window of the car. When the car left the wilderness, Maisie’s cell phone

a glance at her cell phone—it was

it’s 9:30 p.m. already! They must be anxious that

phone call, and her tone turned

‘Sweetheart? Does she

back now, so wait for

man beside

at him with a bright smile. “Yes, it’s