Chapter 225
At the hospital…
Leila came out of the ward with her cell phone and went to the stairwell to make a call. “Willie, don’t
worry. Grandma already trusts me. I’ll get your dad to go pick you up as soon as I get to go back to
Vanderbilt manor.”
“Wait, how much longer do I have to wait? I don’t want to stay here anymore!”
Willow hated living in a cheap rental house,
Had I known this would happen back then, I wouldn’t have irritated Dad like that. At least, living in the
Vanderbilt manor is much better than this shabby place!
Sensing that Willow was extremely grumpy, Leila said patiently. “I know, Willie, revenge is a dish best
served cold. As long as we can bear it, there will always be a way to deal with that b*tch.
“You should know that that bitch now has the information about my life before I became Mrs. Vanderbilt.
Both of us will really suffer if we fail again this time around!”
Willow could only calm herself down no matter how anxious she was upon hearing what her mother
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsaid. “Okay, I’ll bear it then.”
Maisie, that bitch, I’ll definitely give her hell when Mom brings me back to the Vanderbilt manor! 1
At the Blackgold Group…
Nolan was going through a contract, but his mind was not on the contract’s content at all. He stared at
one of the pages for a long time.
Quincy, who was standing on the side, looked at Nolan’s restless face and curled his lips. “Mr.
Goldmann, are you waiting for the contract to bear fruits by itself?”
Quincy looked at the flaunting bite mark on Nolan’s neck. It seemed that all men who had just gone
through an open season would give off such an aura.
Nolan tapped the contract with his slender fingertips, recalling the sweet memory from last night.
“How could his young wife be so gorgeous and memorable?’
Quincy looked worried. ‘It’s over for him. He’s gone cuckoo after just one night’s worth of intimacy.’
Quincy’s phone rang at this time, and he checked the caller ID.
“It’s Hans…”
Nolan raised his gaze to look at him.
Quincy walked to the side to answer the call. After the person on the phone said something to him,
Quincy gasped and tumed around to look at Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann, the Elder Master has suddenly
changed his itinerary and is going to travel here a week in advance!”
Nolan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
‘That fast!?
Leila was taking care of Madam Vanderbilt in the hospital, and her uncomplaining attitude changed
Madam Vanderbilt’s attitude toward her gradually.
“Leila, hasn’t Stephen called you to return home yet?”
Seeing that Madam Vanderbilt had asked her about it, Leila stopped the task on hand and smiled.
“Whether Steph is willing to allow me to go back, I’ll leave the decision to him.”
“Hmph, it’s all because of that sl*t, Maisie.” Madam Vanderbilt thought that Maisie must be the culprit
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwho was behind all these issues and said with dissatisfaction, “How could she be so lucky if she hadn’t
gotten together with Mr. Goldmann?”
Leila savored Madam Vanderbilt’s disgust toward Maisie, felt smug inwardly, thought of something, and
said, “Mother, there’s something that I want to tell you.”
“Just give it to me directly.”
“I’m sorry, Mother, the reason I faked my pregnancy was not that I didn’t want to get a divorce with
Steph. You should also know
how Steph has been acting recently. He’ll definitely hand Vaenna to Zee soon. So if I don’t bear a son,
judging from Steph’s attitude toward Zee, the Vanderbilts will surely suffer in the future…”
Leila had always been good at disguising herself as a victim, and the kindness that she had been
showing was nothing more than a tool to make Madam Vanderbilt feel that she had always been
thinking about the Vanderbilts’ benefits.
Madam Vanderbilt recalled something upon hearing this.
Stephen had not listened to her words yesterday, so how could she still stay calm?
“You’re rìght Vaenna belongs to the Vanderbilts. Even if Marina founded the company, it’s still the
Vanderbilts’ property.” Madam Vanderbilt’s expression dimmed. “It seems that that wh*re is really
planning to snatch Vaenna from the Vanderbilts. Hmph, over m y dead body!”