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

the end of the endless highway was

walked to the opposite side of the

a cab, but there was

so miserable that I’ll

time and then pulled over by the side of the road. He did not know what was wrong with him, but he had truly lost his head

invite me

marry Willow in front of me. And I indeed don’t

me to the Vanderbilt manor. Then why would Willow

brows were creased, and he

She should be scared and

car around,

place where he left her,

graceful silhouette 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 like

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

standing behind her. She said with a sneer, “I thought Mr. Goldmann was really

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

walked to the car’s rear and was about to open the door when his voice sounded

and glanced

sounded indifferent. “I’m

the

the front passenger seat, got into the car, and sat down. “Mr. Goldmann,

her and drove away with a gloomy

to him either. She supported her head with one hand and leaned on

a glance at her

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

the phone call, and her tone turned

expression dimmed. ‘Sweetheart? Does she have

I’m going back now, so wait for me

man beside

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