Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 309

Maisie finally saw the light right now. It was no wonder that no matter how much she earned, her three
kids still said it wasn’t enough.

She was truly poor in comparison to a capitalist!

Suddenly, Nolan’s phone rang. He pulled his phone out, and the person who called him was none other
than his grandfather.

He did not walk away to answer the phone. Instead, he picked up the phone in front of Maisie and said,
“Yes?”

Titus seemed to have said something, and his face tumed grim. Nolan snorted coldly and replied, “Hah,
so you’re even meddling with people around me now? Where’s Quincy?”

Titus replied, “I’ve sent Quincy on a field trip. What’s the matter? Is Rowena not capable enough to fill in
his place?”

Nolan frowned slightly after he heard what Titus said.

Titus had transferred Quincy away from him and arranged for Rowena to be his assistant. It seemed that
Titus wanted to give Rowena a chance, and he did not like it at all.

“Blackgold Group isn’t the Night Banquet. You don’t have the right to make such an arrangement.”

Titus was not happy that Nolan refused to comply with his arrangement. He said, “Let me make myself
clear, you brat. If you don’t want me to do anything to the Vanderbilts, you’d better let Rowena stay by
your side and learn from you.”

After that, he hung up the call.



Nolan’s face was turning darker and colder with each passing second.

Sensing the change in his expression, Maisie walked up to him and grabbed his hand that had turned
slightly cold.

“Since your grandfather insists on letting Rowena be your assistant, you should just accept it.”

“Zee…” He pitched his voice low and smiled helplessly. “Are you not worried at all?”

Maisie lifted her eyebrows and replied, “If you can’t resist the temptation, that means I should marry
another man.”

“You want to marry another man?” Nolan asked through gritted teeth.

She pulled his tie, and a smile appeared on her cherry lips, making her look even more alluring. “It
depends on your performance.”



Nolan laughed. It seemed to him that she had him wrapped around her finger. What a mischievous little
darling!

At a coffee shop…

Resting her chin on her palm, Ryleigh bit the straw and looked at Maisie. “I thought you had gone
missing, so it turns out that you had entered the training camp.”

Maisie chuckled, but she did not say anything.

She figured that she shouldn’t tell everything that had happened in the training camp to Ryleigh. After all,
Ryleigh wasn’t a good secret keeper, and there was a good chance she might tell it to her three kids.



“Oh yeah, Zee, Mrs. Locas has been asking me about you lately. In any case, she’s your aunt. Are you
really not going to give her a chance?” she asked.

Maisie lowered her head and replied, “Well, it seems like it’s time for me to meet this Mrs. Lucas.”

In the Lucas family’s mansion…

Larissa was flipping through an old photo album in the living room. She was so absorbed in it that she
didn’t react even though the doorbell rang. A servant went to answer the door, but she only knew Ryleigh
from the two girls standing in front of the door, so she asked, “Ms. Hill? What brought you here today?”…

“Is Mrs. Lucas home?”

“Yes, Mrs. Lucas is at home.”

The servant turned sideways and made way for them. Ryleigh walked into the living room and greeted
with a smile, “Mrs. Lucas.”

Larissa closed the photo album when she heard Ryleigh’s voice. Just when she was about to say
something, she was stumped when she saw Maisie beside Ryleigh.

“Umm, Mrs. Lucas, Zee said she wanted to see you, so I brought her here,” Ryleigh said as she tugged
at Maisie’s sleeve.

Maisie glanced at the photo album in Larissa’s hand and asked softly, “Mrs. Lucas, I’m here to ask you
about something.”

“Let’s talk in the study,” Larissa said as she rose to her feet. She turned to Ryleigh and added, “You stay
in the living room. Just let the maid know if you need anything.”



Ryleigh nodded. Maisie followed Larissa to the study. She did not know why Larissa did not allow
Ryleigh to come with them. Could it be that outsiders couldn’t hear the things she wanted to ask?


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