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!”

all around, and the end of the endless highway was

flashlight and walked to the opposite side of the road. There were only rocks and seawater under the slope

a cab, but there was no cell signal in this

miserable that I’ll have to

pulled over by the side of the road. He did

really thought that Maisie had asked Willow to invite me to the Vanderbilt manor just to talk me into

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

to the Vanderbilt manor. Then why would Willow tell me that it was Maisie? Is Maisie lying, or did Willow lie to

brows were creased, and he was agitated deep

been left in that place… She should be scared and overwhelmed now,

tutted, turned the car

left her, Nolan saw

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

mysterious gauze, which gave anybody the urge of wanting

She said with a sneer, “I thought Mr. Goldmann was really planning to leave me here overnight. I

suspected whether he was being fascinated by a supernatural figure. He was even more reluctant to admit that he could

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

turned and glanced

tone sounded indifferent.

into the car

turned around, walked to the front passenger seat, got into the car, and sat down. “Mr. Goldmann, I think you’re quite a baffling

drove away with

and leaned on the window of the car. When the car left the wilderness, Maisie’s cell phone

took a glance at her

already! They must be anxious

call, and her tone turned gentle

‘Sweetheart? Does

now, so wait

beside

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