The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2043 The woman‘s eyes glided over the curtain. She could see the silhouette flitting about behind the veil. “Joaqin expressed his wish to marry Ms. Serrano to you.” The silhouette inside froze, comb still locked in black, smooth hair. A peal of laughter suddenly erupted from beyond the curtains. “Oh, Joaqin has such a sick sense of humor. Imagine, asking me to marry a squawking chimpanzee!” The woman cast her eyes to the floor. “Mr. Southern has refused.” 

Cameron was done grooming. The silhouette emerged from behind the curtains, cutting a sleek, tidy figure made even more handsome by an aura of heroism. A melange of languidness, laid–back casualness, and unflappability hung over the figure‘s face. “So, Dad‘s decision to let Mr. Beck take care of The Commune really threw The Serpents off, didn‘t it? And the only solution they could come up with was political marriage. Well, sucks to be them. I‘m not...‘ husband‘ material.” 

The woman sighed. “It‘s a potential blow to your identity. That‘s what this is.” Everyone knew that Sunny had a son, but only Sunny, the butler, and this woman knew who Cameron really was. An enigma in both thoughts and actions, he... was, in reality, a “she.” 

downstairs. A stormy–faced Sunny was sitting in the living room. It was quite obviously related to Joaqin‘s request. Cameron lifted the teapot. “What‘s with the sulk, Dad? I‘m one of the two main characters in that proposal, and even I look less upset than you are.” Sunny looked

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that his ‘son‘ was really a daughter, while Joaqin never had a son at all. There was no way to make their parents‘ promise come true, but there was an inherent problem with coming clean. If words of

“Alright. This is about your identity. I‘m much more at ease knowing that you‘ll solve it yourself.” News about the proposal spread through the island like wildfire. It was clear just how much Joaqin had prepared for this. With the promise between their fathers as

for your father‘s thoughts, aren‘t they?” Cameron stared into her cup, her eyes tracing the circling steam rolling out of its surface. “ They grew antsy after you assumed control over The Commune. They don‘t know what my old man‘s thinking, so