The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 28

The next day-in the conference room of Blackgold headquarters.

The process of this serious meeting was equivalent to 30 minutes of torture for those in the room, especially since a gloomy aura was permeating from the person sitting in the center seat, which made the executives on both sides quiver.

Nolan’s head was not in the meeting at all. Instead, it was occupied with a certain cursed woman from last night. Just because he had had a lewd dream all night long, as if he were possessed, all he could see was that woman’s face. He must be going insane.

When the meeting finally ended, Nolan returned to his office with his jaw clenched. Holding a bunch of documents, Quincy walked in. “Mr. Goldmann, you’re back from the meeting.”

“Yeah.” Nolan sat back in his chair impetuously. “We‘re going swimming tonight.”

Quincy paused midway while flipping through the documents in his hands and looked up.” What? Why the sudden urge to swim?”

Nolan hesitated before looking up with a straight face and spitting out the words. “To cool off.”

something came to mind, he exclaimed, “By the way, sir, when I sent Miss

 speak of that woman.” Nolan was in no mood to hear her name. Quincy kept his mouth shut. Alright, maybe he was talking too

really wanted you to be there.” Seeing Nolan‘s irritable expression, Quincy

of walking dynamite. Nothing ever pleases her. She’s so hot-tempered when she’s hardly

 had to be a Vanderbilt. We‘ll

a glance. As if a thought suddenly came to mind, she marched toward Willow’s office. “I said to leave me alone!” Without even looking, Willow threw a folder on her table in

morning.

events of the night before flashed through Willow‘s head. With a surge of rage, she marched toward Maisie and lifted her hand up, charging for a

stopped the incoming slap. “Did someone unleash the hounds of hell?

years ago. Did Willow think she would fall

idiot would be

 I don’t know what you’re talking

stared right into her eyes. “Unless… I wasn’t

 Willow stammered. She certainly could not let Maisie know what had gone