The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 797

The waiter led Nolan into the courtyard. A man was sitting in the corner of the outdoor cafe on the balcony.

The man turned his head upon hearing the footsteps of someone walking up the steps, and he looked at Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann actually came to see me, I’m truly honored.” “I’m guessing Uncle Topaz is the one who gave you my contact information.” Nolan pulled out the chair and sat down slowly across from that man.

Tristan summoned the waiter. “Fancy something to drink?”

He replied indifferently, “Anything will do.”

Tristan said to the waiter, “Give us another cup of Blue Mountain.”

The waiter nodded.

“Anthony is indeed the person who gave me your contact information. No matter what, I’m still your uncle.”

Goldmanns have never admitted

mother’s encounter. The Knowles actually treated your mother very well, even though your mother wasn’t related to us by

treated her very well?” Nolan sneered. “The Knowles couldn’t give birth to a daughter, who could bring benefits to the family through marriage, so you adopted an orphan in order to make her into a victim that would help the Knowles consolidate its status among the upper class.” Looking at Tristan’s expression, which dimmed gradually, Nolan smirked. “You people from the

outstanding, and she had once been considered a scarce

her exceptional appearance. And all the men

the most from the benefits given by those men. They had been treating

faded bit by bit. But the Knowles never allowed

unconcerned. “She would be of no value if she were to be tarnished by any man,

the entertainment industry,

complicated circle, but

a party girl or even a call girl.” Although the entertainment industry was a complicated circle, most of the people who were living in it did things voluntarily rather than compulsorily. The entertainment industry in Zlokova was no longer a circle where the prestigious could do whatever they wanted. All artists had human rights. If anything was forced onto anyone and the incident was exposed, the reputation of the person who overstepped would be ruined, and no one had the guts

circle of Yaramoor, the country of capitalism, one who did not have a powerful background