The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 121

#GrasssyGreeen#: She’s that new designer, right? I didn’t expect that she would do such a thing. It turns out that masterpieces don’t really reflect the real personality of the designer. I’m never • buying Vaenna’s jewelry anymore.

A huge group of netizens started tagging Willow’s Twitter and Facebook accounts in their comments and even started a hashtag to condemn her.

#Glazed Onion#: There’s no need to explain anymore. There’s so much concrete evidence, just deactivate your Facebook and Twitter account.

#SpicyFood4Life#: You actually call yourself a jewelry designer? You’re an insult to those jewelry designs!

#SexyV#: Isn’t it funny? A designer who came up with a collection of jewelry that pays tribute to the Gothic design concept didn’t even know designer Dila. I heard that she was able to come up with such perfect masterpieces after only a month of learning jewelry design. It’s a bit outrageous, don’t you think? I doubt those works have anything to do with her.

At the Vanderbilt manor…

Willow was attacked by the netizens so much that she dared not look at her phone, and her mind was about to break down again.

through the vicious comments, and asked anxiously, “How did this happen? Haven’t you

back t o me. D*mn it, Maisie Vanderbilt! That bitch is the person to be blamed! She should’ve

suspect me. That’s why I chose to go public and clarify the matter. Now

the one to blame for all this. Had it not been because Maisie had Nolan covering her *ss, would Pearl change her target and start to deal

fire and brimstone onto us, mother-and-daughter, it seems that

mother. “What

all the blame to Maisie. Since she wants you to take the fall for the incident, then how can we not put up a fight and

in the lounge turn into Ms. Santiago last night? Maisie must be the b*tch who set up the whole thing. If that’s the case, wouldn’t

my daughter and Ms. Santiago fight each other to the death

In the evening…

members on the 16th floor had gone off work, and only the office’s lights were

office, only to see Maisie lying on the desk asleep with a pen in her hand, and

in her hand, put it away, and glanced down

adorable only when