The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1795 

Xavi took a deep breath and sat down. “What do you want, Young Mr. Knowles?” 

“What I want is simple,” Nollace said as he put down his cup. “I want your brother to stay in prison for the rest of his life, and I want you to take over the Livingstons.” 

Xavi didn‘t say anything. 

Nollace rose to his feet slowly and continued. “I’ll give you time to consider it. Whether or not you want to continue to live under your brother‘s shadow or take everything into your hands. This is your only chance. I believe you can do it.” 

Soon, the cab stopped on Neste District. After paying the fare, Nollace got out of the car and pulled his phone out to receive the copy of the recording that Maggie had sent him. 

Meanwhile, at Xavi‘s private mansion... 

He was sitting in his study room alone, massaging his temples. His secretary pushed the door open and entered the study room. “Sir, Mr. Lestrange is here.” 

Patterson Lestrange came into the room, and Xavi‘s secretary left the study room while closing the door. 

Xavi invited him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea before asking meaningfully, “Mr. Lestrange, how is my brother‘s case going? Is everything fine?” 

Patterson replied, “Don‘t worry, Mr. Livingston. Ms. Livingston has given us the order, and we‘ll do everything we can to help your brother. We‘re going to do everything we can as a team to get a reduced sentence for him by turning his case of intentional homicide into a case of manslaughter.” 

the cup down.

Patterson nodded. “Yes.” 

his eyebrows, and asked, “What if I want you guys to

down in front of Patterson, it was as if he was making a move in a chess game. He was decisive and stern.

looked at him in

four days since Nollace went missing, and there was still no news of him. Daisie stood in front of the

into her room. When he saw Daisie, who

her head around to look at him.

raised his hand to caress her head. “I know you‘re worried about

himself.” 

all, he could even survive

ago. 

was not someone who was driven by impulses. Without an objective and a plan, he would never go to an unfamiliar country alone. Since he

leaned on his shoulder and said, “But no one can predict an accident. What if

look at her. “If he can‘t even protect himself, it means he can‘t protect you

her head up. “Brother!”

scratched the tip of her nose. “Am | wrong? Besides, our father not only wants his son–in–law