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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.

Looking at the car lights fading away, Maisie gritted her teeth. “Mr. Goldmann, you do have the f*cking balls!”

pitch black all around, and the end of the endless

cell phone’s flashlight and walked to

call herself a cab, but there was no cell signal

miserable that I’ll have to spend the night here,

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

is indeed annoying. I really thought that Maisie had asked Willow to invite me to the Vanderbilt manor just to talk me into the idea of

publicly admitted that Willow is 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

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, or

brows were creased, and he was agitated

has been left in that place… She should

turned the car

got back to the place where he left her, Nolan saw Maisie sitting on

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

a mysterious gauze, which gave anybody the urge of wanting to

with a sneer, “I thought Mr. Goldmann

figure. He was even more reluctant to admit that he could think about something so steamy just by looking

the car’s rear and was about to open the door

turned and

sounded indifferent. “I’m not your

the car after

the car, and sat down. “Mr. Goldmann, I think

her and drove

one hand and leaned on the window of the car. When the car left the

at her

must be anxious

answered the phone call, and her

expression dimmed. ‘Sweetheart? Does she

came up, and there was a delay. I’m going back now, so wait for me at

man beside her scoffed.

with a bright smile. “Yes, it’s