Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 1862

Nolalce got up in a hurry and straightened his shirt. “No matter what‘s the reason, I should go and meet
this senior of mine.”

At the Santa Diego Hotel...

In the restaurant, two people were sitting by the window.

It was Nollace and Naphtali.

Naphtali tasted the coffee in the cup and raised his gaze.“ I don‘t know much about my father‘s business
with Mr. Matthews. After all, I‘ve now established a perfume company myself, so I rarely intervene in the
Lewis Group‘s affairs.”

Nollace smiled and rubbed his thumb against the face of his watch. “Mr. Lewis, you‘re such a talented
man. Haven‘t you considered getting married?”

Naphtali paused for a bit, put down the coffee cup, and gave off a smile. “I don‘t have plans for that for
the time being. Could it be that you have a lady that you‘d like to introduce to me?” “What type of woman
do you prefer, Mr. Naphtali?” “I‘m not picky when it comes to that, as long as it‘s a lady.”

Nollace‘s gaze was fixed on the time displayed on his watch until a sharp sound of high heels hitting the
floor came from behind.

Maggie came out of nowhere in professional attire and stood beside Nollace. “Sir, you have a meeting in
the afternoon. It‘s time to return to the company.”

Naphtali stood up abruptly when he saw Maggie‘s, no, to be exact, the lady‘s face.

He even knocked over the coffee on the table.



Nollace squinted slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Apparently, getting Maggie to show up was a test that he had set up for Naphtali.

Ken had forced Maggie to undergo plastic surgery to change her face into that of Lara‘s. Now that she
had recovered, she looked a lot like Lara. She might not look 100% similar, but she was 70% there.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Naphtali.” What‘s wrong?” Naphtali grabbed it from him, but
he still could not take his eyes off Maggie‘s face. Nollace picked up the coffee mug. “You seem very
surprised by my assistant Maggie.”

“Sorry...” Naphtali slowly returned to his senses and looked slightly embarrassed. He then wiped the
coffee stains on his trousers and added, “Your secretary looks like someone I know.”

Nollace gave off a faint smile. “Does she look like Ms. Lara Reese?”

Naphtali‘s expression turned depressed. “If I hadn‘t agreed to break up with her, she wouldn‘t have...”

Nollace suddenly moved a phone number with the address of a nursing home in front of him. “If you‘re
still brooding about the past, you might as well go to this place.”

After Naphtali left, Nollace and Maggie walked out of the hotel

Maggie asked, “Are you giving Mr. Lewis a chance by telling him about the nursing home in which Ms.
Reese is staying?”

Nollace held onto the car door. “The Lewis Group‘s president has only one son, and that‘s Naphtali. Will
the benefits that Donald presented to him be more important than his only son?”

Maggie had an epiphany. “So, you‘re trying to win Mr. Lewis over.”



Nollace sat in the car. “Naphtali will take over the Lewis Group in the future. Donald will only enjoy a
short moment of victory as he has chosen to approach his father. I‘m not only thinking about long–term
stability but also want Naphtali to owe me a favor.”

The next day, in Bassburgh... The ringtone of Daisie‘s cell phone awakened her. She groped for the
bedside table and answered the call. Charlie‘s voice sounded on the other end of the cell phone.

“Daisie Vanderbilt, do you plan to change managers?” She sat up abruptly, and all her drowsiness
disappeared in an instant. “Mr. Johnson, but didn‘t you say,” “I‘ll give you 20 minutes. The deal‘s off if I
don‘t see you in 20 minutes.” Charlie interrupted her and hung up the phone after saying that.

Daisie was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly got out of the blanket and ran to the bathroom to
freshen herself.

She rushed to Tenet Media‘s management department in a hurry, arrived just in time, pushed open the
door, and came in with labored pants.

Charlie sat behind his desk and placed a script on the desk expressionlessly. “I just secured another role
for you. It‘s the protagonist. Do you want it or not?”




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