Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 1958

Daisie hugged Nollace’s neck and said, “That‘s a deal then. We‘re going to get a wedding photo
tomorrow.”

After she finished speaking, she added, “Don‘t worry. I assure you that there won‘t be any paparazzo
around. We‘re going to an exclusive wedding city where the staff won‘t give away VIP privacy.”

Nollace cupped her face between his hands and kissed her forehead. “Everything you said.”.

Meanwhile, after Colton and Freyja made their relationship public, the news spread so fast that even
the people in Yaramoor knew about it.

At the Pruitt mansion…

When Sandy saw the news, she clenched the newspaper tightly. “Look at my good daughter. She‘s in a
relationship with the son of the Goldmanns in Zlokova.”

The butler lowered his head and said, “Ma‘am, Mr. Pruit has said that you shouldn‘t–”

The cup fell to the floor and shattered into pieces, stopping the butler from talking.

Sandy‘s face was gloomy. “I gave birth to her, so she doesn‘t have the right to make any decisions in
her life. If she hadn‘t ruined her brother‘s plan and caused him to

get defeated by Nollace, our family wouldn‘t be like this now.”

She hated her daughter, and the thing she regretted the most in her life was giving birth to her
daughter. And her most beloved son, whom she had many expectations of, was dead.

There was no way she was going to let her son die in vain.



She would avenge her son. She wouldn‘t let go of the Knowles and Nollace.

As for her daughter, there was no way she would let her daughter get rid of her and live happily ever
after. She was the one who gave birth to her, so she had the right to decide for her.

At Wedding Palace...

Holding Nollace‘s arm, Daisie strolled through the branded custom wedding dresses on the second
floor at the shopkeeper‘s recommendation. There were all kinds of gorgeous wedding dresses in the
glass cabinets. Some of them were of European styles, while the others had classical and modern
styles. One thing that all of the wedding dresses shared was that all of them were beautiful.

Daisie turned her head around to look at Nollace and asked, “Nolly, why don‘t you help me to pick
one?” Nollace looked at her and asked, “You trust me?”

She winked at him and said, “Of course. I have full faith in you.”

He chuckled and looked at her endearingly. “Alright then. I‘ll help you to pick one.”

The shopkeeper went to bring the wedding dress samples over. Nollace sat down on the couch and
looked at each sample very carefully.

The rest of the shopkeepers looked at them excitedly.

“Isn‘t she Daisie? The best actress?

“I can‘t believe that she came to our Wedding Palace. Do you think that man over there is her
husband? I can see why she doesn‘t want to disclose her husband‘s identity. He‘s so handsome. Look
at his appearance and his body. If he were to enter the entertainment industry, I‘m sure he‘d become
popular instantly.”



“Yeah, right. I wouldn‘t want other people to know either if he was my husband.”

The shopkeepers stared at Nollace like a bunch of fangirls. It was without a doubt that Nollace had an
impeccable appearance. With his mixed–race heritage, his facial features were more delicate and
profound than others. His skin was fair and smooth, and he looked even more beautiful than a girl.

His facial contour had both tough and gentle aspects, and

he did not look sissy at all.

His body was well proportioned, with a narrow waist, wide shoulders, and long legs. He would look
good in anything.

With his unblemished appearance, he was someone who was totally out of their league.

When Daisie saw those shopkeepers staring at Nollace, she also turned her head and looked at
Nollace, who was selecting wedding dresses with rapt attention. If Nollace was born in ancient times,
she was certain that he must be the one who caused the fall of a kingdom with his beautiful face and
would also be the one who would die earlier than anyone else.

The best part was that he would die getting watched by women.

As if he sensed his gaze, Nollace lifted his eyes and looked at her. “What‘s wrong?”


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