The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 685

Maisie looked up at Nolan. “And you believe these photos?”

Nolan did not respond, but his eyes turned a little colder. “I asked you where you went, but you didn’t tell me the truth.”

Maisie approached him with a calm expression. “So you think these photos are real, and you think that I’m hiding something from you?”

He acquiesced in her statement without uttering a single word.

Maisie took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions. “I went out for tea with Madam Nera today. As for the man that you see in the photo, you know him too. I only met him at the golf course, and nothing is going on between him and me.”

Seeing that Nolan was about to leave, she opened her lips slowly. “Nolan Goldmann, I’ll leave it to you to decide whether you want to believe in me or not.”

He froze in place for a split second and then left the study without looking back.

Maisie squatted down to pick up the photos and scoffed a little melancholically.

one should be able to calm themselves down

The next day…

course’s aisle for her,

“Ma’am, do you need me to deal with this

head and smiled. “No, leave this presumptuous young lady to me. I’ll deal

you have the guts to take such photos of me and hand them to Nolan, don’t blame me for what

husband, I’ll cut off all paths that’ll lead to you even finding a semi decent

walk to the front of her ride, a middle-aged woman with a plump figure suddenly rushed up to her, grabbed her by her hair, and yelled, “B*tch, I’ve finally

scalp hurt from the tugging, but she was not strong

woman rolled up her sleeves and pointed at her. “You shameless sl*t! You’re the homewrecker who seduced my husband. How dare you go on a spending spree with

over this encounter. “Bullsh*t! What are you talking about? Who seduced your husband? Are you even in your right

the courage to assert that it’s not you? You little b*tch, there are so many things out there that you can learn and pick up

have you taken me for the wrong woman? Do you

nose. “You’re Maizie Hannigan, aren’t you? The mistress that my husband is trying his

Maizie was astounded. “W-What?”

who in Bassburgh doesn’t know that you wanted to find yourself a rich man just because you’re the daughter of the Hannigans? But have you