The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 24

Maisie chewed her pen and thought for a long time, but she was stuck in an inspiration drought…

“Zee.”

Seeing Willow appear outside her door, Maisie put her pen down. “There’s no one around. You can drop the mushiness. It’s nauseating.”

If this was any other day, Willow would have retorted with a scathing remark. Today, however, she managed to converse in a calm and collected manner. “I’m not here to start a fight. I’m well aware that you’re far more adept in matters of business.”

Willow placed the documents she was holding on the table. “I’m sure you know the conundrum Vaenna is currently facing. It just so happens that there’s a client who’s willing t o provide us with an advertising platform. Could you come with me and discuss the contract terms tonight?

Maisie picked up the contract folder, skimmed through the pages, then smirked. “Sure, I‘ll go with you.”

“I‘ll see you tonight then.” As Willow turned to leave, her eyes flickered with coldness.

Maisie picked up the folder to have a closer at the contract. Her brows arched slightly. She wanted to see the type of clientele Willow had picked out.

the downtown view. He turned the black ring on this index finger. Through the reflection of the windows, he saw

Goldmann, I’ve had someone in Stoslo run a background check. For some reason, there wasn’t much information we could find about Miss Maisie Vanderbilt. It’s as if someone had

turned sideways and glanced at him. “Are you saying someone

one knew the fact that Zora, a renowned jewelry designer in Stoslo, is actually Maisie Vanderbilt. Only a select few who work in Luxella have seen her. After looking at photos of Maisie, they

she had given birth in Stoslo. I was unable to confirm that, even after

gone through hell. A hacker must have had her private data locked away, or he would have been

those two kids, but they also hardly found much regarding Maisie Vanderbilt or any

two children carried the Vanderbilt name, and the only Vanderbilt he had

Goldmann, you seem rather concerned about Miss Maisie Vanderbilt…” Quincy could not help but speak

glanced straight at him. “Are you feeling

 guilty puppy-dog eyes begging for mercy. “N-No, not at all. In fact, I’m really busy. I-I’m still working on my performance,

did not want to end up like his brother, Hans Lawson, who had

saw

Baldwin, I brought my little sister with me to discuss our contract. There was heavy traffic on our

and sat next to the

Maisie‘s body. It had only been six years, yet Maisie Vanderbilt had become