Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 813

#Seamless fruits won’t attract flies # #Sir, with all due respect, are you admitting that men are all flies? I
bet flies are all feeling extremely aggrieved as your statement misrepresents them as a species. #

#1 only heard that flies grow up eating sh*t. Does that mean that’s the reason you’re able to utter pure
bullsh*t!?#

At a hotpot restaurant… Barbara and Maisie were eating beef slices while scooping more out of the pot
of spicy broth. Both of them were sweating buckets from the spices.

Ryleigh scrolled through the comments on the Internet and laughed out loud.” Netizens nowadays have
great potential when it comes to becoming stand-up comedians. Each one of them sounds more bizarre
than the other. They would cling to their keyboard and come up with a thesis a s if they were the
embodiment of justice whenever something happened, but they’re also pros in playing dumb as soon as
the victims of the incident manage to clarify themselves.”

Maisie looked at her. “Aren’t you going to dig into the hotpot that you’ve been struggling to get off your
mind over the past few days? Why are you still scrolling through your Twitter feed?”

“Oh, I’m just browsing through my feed casually,” Ryleigh put down her phone immediately, thought of
something, and stared at Barbara

“By the way, Helios actually spoke up for you.” –

Barbara grabbed her glass of fruit juice and took a sip. “He only spoke for me because I helped him in
the past.”

“You helped him?” Maisie turned to look at her. “When did that happen?”



Barbara replied calmly, “I once ran into him at the Glitz Club back then. He was a little drunk and was
pestered by a woman who — mistook him for a bar boy. I went over and helped him when I saw
paparazzi.”

Ryleigh pouted. “Wow, that must be a nightmare for Helios.”

Barbara dipped her meat slice in the sauce. “Yeah, I’m afraid that Helios would have gone down in
flames if I hadn’t approached him that night.”

Maisie was drinking water and asked Barbara all of a sudden, “By the way, do you go to the Glitz Club
very frequently?”

Barbara froze in place for a split second, put down her cutlery, and explained slowly, “You might not
believe what I’m about to say. I’ve been in the Glitz Club for so long, yet I haven’t seen the owner of the
club in person so far.” Maisie was bewildered. “You haven’t met the owner of the Glitz Club before this,
so you…”





Barbara lowered her gaze. “To be honest, when I first returned to Zlokova, someone told me about the
extramarital affair between Katrina and Eugene. He knew who I was and what Katrina had done to me
before that. I only found out later that the mysterious man is the owner of the Glitz Club. That’s why I
often go to the club.”

Ryleigh was stunned for a short moment and then asked in a low voice, “Would the owner of the Glitz
Club have ulterior motives when he chose to help you out?

“I wish to know that too.” Barbara propped her chin against her arm. “That’s why I go to the club very
frequently, but those people who have been receiving me are all managers. The owner will only tell me



something that I want to know in the form of text messages.”

Maisie squinted her eyes.

‘It’s said that the person behind the Glitz Club isn’t someone to be trifled with. Not only does no one dare
to create any stir in the club, but even if something were to happen, the club wouldn’t even face closure.

‘The owner of the Glitz Club helped Barbara without asking for anything in return, but he’s never shown
his face, which makes him an extremely mysterious person.’ Ryleigh snapped her fingers. “Could it be
that the boss of the Glitz Club has a crush on you?”

The corners of Barbara’s lips twitched slightly as they were pulled toward the side of her face, and she
covered her forehead with her palm. “He could be a man of the same age as my father, or he could even
be older than my father. So, if you’re saying that he has a crush on me, how have I stayed safe while in
the club?”

Ryleigh really could not understand it.” Then why is he helping you? He’s neither doing it for the money
nor for your beauty and body. Are you telling me that he’s doing this as a form of charity because his
sense of kindness is overflowing?”

Barbara looked at Maisie all of a sudden, “Do you still remember the issue with Peter Zhivkov?”

Maisie nodded. “Yeah.”

She pursed her lips. “I usually turn to the owner of the Glitz Club for help whenever I need it, and he’ll
indeed help me at the end of the day. But he wouldn’t let me intervene in any matter related to Peter
Zhivkov no matter what, and I don’t know why.”


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