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!”

the end of the endless highway was nowhere to be

was the sound of insects chirping coming from the forest. She illuminated her surroundings with the cell phone’s flashlight and walked to the opposite side of the road. There were only rocks and

call herself a cab, but there was no cell

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

the side of the road. He did not know what was wrong with him, but

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

and Willow’s mother have never had the guts to ask me to marry Willow in

Vanderbilt manor. Then why would Willow

creased, and he was agitated deep

been left in that place… She

turned the car around, and drove

the place where he left her, Nolan saw

fingertips into the hair, bound them with a hairband, and the slender neck exposed under her hair made her look like

night sky enveloped her body as if it was a mysterious gauze, which gave anybody the

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

supernatural figure. He was

the door when

turned and

sounded indifferent. “I’m not your

into the

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

her and drove away with

head with one hand and leaned

took a glance at her cell phone—it was

9:30 p.m. already! They must be anxious that I

call, and her tone

‘Sweetheart? Does she have a

now, so wait for

beside

with a