The Three Little Guardian Angels

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Chapter 792

Peter replied reverently, “Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Boucher.” After that, he turned to the two injured strong men and ordered, “Take this b*tch to the boss of the Glitz Club. Ask him to teach her a good lesson.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Zhivkov. Please, I won’t do it again! Please!” The two men grabbed Katrina up from the floor and pulled her out of the room.

After that, Peter brought his men and left the private room.

Nolan and Quincy soon appeared outside of the room. His face darkened when he saw the mess in the private room and the frightened Maisie, who was standing in front.

He marched toward Maisie in strides and grabbed her into his arms. Securing her tightly in his embrace, he turned his head to look at Yael and said, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Boucher.”

Yael dismissed him by waving his hand and said, Don’t mention it. I hope you won’t forget the things you promised me.”

wind was strong. He took off

at his lapel and said, “Nolan…” Nolan wrapped his arms even tighter around Maisie, lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t

hurt me. Honestly, we didn’t expect things would turn out this way either. Barbara just received news that her father is retiring in another week, and Peter wanted to take advantage of

his chin on her shaggy hair. The wind blew across her hair, causing it to coil around

to see Mr. Boucher just

“Yeah,” Nolan replied plainly.

to look at him and pressed on. “Did you promise Mr. Boucher

help from Yael because he couldn’t reveal his identity yet. Besides, Yael was someone from the higher-ups, and Peter happened to have a relationship with one of them. Therefore, Yael was the perfect person

just that Maisie wondered what Nolan had promised

his cheek with his warm hand and said, “Luckily, I didn’t let

head low and

and said, “Mr. Goldmann, those injured bodyguards have been rushed to the hospital. They were ambushed. Honestly, I had no idea that Peter would have the guts to send his people to do something like. Fortunately, Mr. Boucher was at

in return, his face expressionless. He just secured Maisie in his arms. The car was dimly lit, and his face that sunk in

he would not care who was behind