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The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 334
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Chapter 334

Nolan was frozen on the spot, and his face was tuming grimmer and grimmer with each passing second.

The next day, at the Goldmann mansion…

Nolan stepped into the living room. When he saw Titus was reading a newspaper on the couch, he

walked up to him and asked,” Did you go to see Zee’s father?”

Titus harrumphed coldly when he realized that Nolan came back because of this. “I just went to talk to

him. Why? Did she complain to you?”

“So you sent someone after her father?”

“Sent someone after her father?” Titus put the newspaper down and asked, “What do you mean?”

He had just informed Stephen of the consequences if his daughter refused to leave his grandson. After

all, he needed to rule out any possible danger.

He had not sent anyone after him!

“After you went to look for Stephen yesterday, he was beaten by someone, and he has been hospitalized

since then. Was that not you?” Nolan asked, his face grim.

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Titus was stunned.

‘Someone beat Stephen, and he has been hospitalized? How dare they set me up!?’ Titus thought

angrily.

“No, it’s not me. Do you honestly think it’s me? If I really wanted to beat him up, I would do it openly and

squarely. I would never resort to such a despicable tactic.”

It occurred to him that the Vanderbilts were no good. They had deliberately set him up so that his

grandson would suspect him.

“This is so frustrating!”

Nolan chose to believe his grandfather in the end. After all, he wouldn’t do something like that. However,

if it weren’t his grandfather, then who could it be?

At Soul Jewelry Studio…

By the time Maisie stepped into her office, Nolan had been waiting for her on the couch. She was

dumbfounded for a while, but she soon came around to her senses and peeled her gaze away from him.

“What are you doing here?”

Slowly, ever slowly, Nolan rose to his feet and approached her. “Zee, I’ve asked my grandfather. It isn’t

him.”

Maisie did not reply.

Nolan grabbed her arms with both hands and pressed on, “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you,” Maisie replied, but she did not look him in the eyes. “But it doesn’t mean anything.”

She animatronically lifted her head and looked at him like a marionette attached to strings. However,

there was no emotion in the depth of her eyes. “Maybe you should listen to your grandfather.”

“Maisie Vanderbilt!” Nolan snarled, his voice thick with anger. He would call her by her full name only

when he was angry.

He couldn’t stand her indifferent attitude anymore and said, “I’ve already told you before. Even if my

grandfather doesn’t agree with us being together, I’ll not give up on you. I’ll look into this matter.”

“Aren’t the people from the de Arma family the ones responsible for your mother’s death?”

Nolan was stunned when he heard what Maisie said. ..

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The expression on his face right now proved that everything Rowena had told her was the truth.

“Nolan, maybe your grandfather is right. We shouldn’t

“Shut up!” Nolan growled as he grabbed her into his embrace. “Without my permission, I won’t allow you

to leave my side.”

When the person in his arms did not give him any response, it was only then he realized he might have

allowed his anger to get the best of him and startled her. He lowered his voice and said, “Believe me,

Zee.”

He cupped her cheeks with his hands and lifted her head. He looked at her intently with his deep amber

eyes and continued. “The de Arma family is different from you. The reason I didn’t tell you is that I was

worried about the impact it would have on you.”

Maisie looked into his eyes. She set her jaw tightly and didn’t say anything.

Nolan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. With their warm breath intertwined

together in the tiny space between them, he pitched his voice low and said gently, “Believe me for once,

Zee.”

Maisie had to admit that she began to waver.

Perhaps just like Uncle Kennedy had once told her, she needed to follow her heart. Her eyelashes

quivered, and she answered, “Okay. I believe in you.”