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.

car lights fading away, Maisie gritted her teeth. “Mr. Goldmann,

and the end of the endless highway was

phone’s flashlight and walked to the opposite side of the road. There were only rocks and seawater under the slope found on the other side of

cab, but there was no cell signal in this

I’ll have

the car for a long time and then pulled over by the side of the road. He did not

that Maisie had asked Willow to invite me to the

my girlfriend. Even Stephen and Willow’s mother have never 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 is the woman that slept with me six years

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

creased, and he

been left in that place… She should

the car around,

to the place where he left her, Nolan

was sitting upright, and her long, thick, curly hair spread behind her. She then inserted her fingertips into the hair, bound them with a hairband, and the slender neck exposed under her hair made her look

gauze, which gave anybody the urge of wanting to tear the gauze

startled by the man standing behind her. She said with a sneer, “I thought Mr. Goldmann was really planning to leave me here overnight. I didn’t expect you to be quite conscientious,

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

was about to open the door when his voice sounded from behind.

and glanced

tone sounded indifferent.

the car after

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

and drove

to him either. She supported her head with one hand and leaned on the window of the car. When the car left the

took a glance at her cell phone—it

my God, it’s 9:30 p.m. already! They must be anxious that I haven’t gone back home

her tone turned gentle immediately. “Hello,

expression dimmed. ‘Sweetheart? Does she

going back now, so wait for me at home.

man beside her scoffed.

with a bright smile. “Yes, it’s my