The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 875

Some fragmented memories flashed across Barbara’s head. She felt that she had said something to Helios but couldn’t remember it!

Maisie brought Daisie and Colton to their car. Colton turned his head around to look at the young man and asked, “Why are you still following us, sir?”

The youth laughed dryly. Then, he collected himself, cleared his throat, and said in a serious manner, “1 think that since your sister is a child star, she has a lot of potential. She will have a bright future. I guarantee that she will be very popular when she grows up!”

Colton looked at him speechlessly.

The young man gave him his name card and said confidently, “I’ll wait until your sister comes of age. I’ll sign her and make her into a celebrity who’s even more famous than Mr. Boucher!”

Colton took over the name card and took a look at it. The name card read Zestar Media Corporation’s agent, Triden Gallagher

He did not throw the name card away even though the young man had already left but stuck it into his pocket.

After all, he might be able to use it in the future.

After they got into the car, Maisie asked: Who were you talking to just now?”

He has his eyes set on my sister,

and asked, “Mom, will you say no if Daisie wants to join the entertainment industry after

was stunned. She turned her head to look at Daisie and replied, “After Daisie grows up, she can do whatever

about to say

“It’s Grandpa.”

Nicholas told them to return to the Goldmanns’ family estate to have dinner tomorrow. After all, Nolan’s birthday was just around

back to the Goldmann mansion. The phone screen

(Traitor!)

She replied: (What’s wrong? You’re not having

Barbara: (It’s so embarrassing…]

sent messages to Maisie. The memories in her head were

sure you stop me when I want to drink wine in the

drink wine. What’s wrong? Could it be

what you think! I’m just worried that I might spew

played truth or dare, she couldn’t remember anything at all about

her surprise, Helios had finished cleaning

embarrassed for him

“Mr. Boucher.”

“Yeah?”