The Three Little Guardian Angels

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!”

around, and the end of the endless highway was nowhere

of insects chirping coming from the forest. She illuminated her surroundings with the cell phone’s flashlight and walked to the opposite side

wanted to call herself a cab, but there was no cell signal in

so miserable that I’ll have to spend the night

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

I really thought that Maisie had asked Willow to invite me to the

the guts to ask me to marry Willow in front of me. And I

the Vanderbilt manor. Then why would Willow tell me that

and he was

place… She should be scared and overwhelmed

car

to the place where he left her, Nolan

and her long, thick, curly hair spread behind her. She then inserted her fingertips into the hair, bound them with a hairband,

was a mysterious gauze, which gave anybody the urge of

his head and was startled by the man standing behind her. She said with a sneer, “I thought Mr. Goldmann

being fascinated by a supernatural figure. He was even more reluctant to

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

and

sounded indifferent.

the car after

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

ignored her and drove

her head with one hand and

her

anxious that I

phone call, and her tone

dimmed. ‘Sweetheart? Does she have a

a delay. I’m going back now, so

beside

glimpse at him with