Chapter 844
Seeing that Maisie had fallen silent, Louis popped a piece of meat into his mouth and said with a smile, “Do you
know there is something known as the best husband material’ going on in the city lately? Do you know who started
it?”
Maisie looked at him in confusion. Louis chuckled and continued. “It’s Mr. Goldmann. Some women even demand
their partners to love and dote on them like how Mr. Goldmann dotes on his wife.” Maisie put her hand to her
forehead and smiled awkwardly, “Seriously?”
“Yes. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Mr. Goldmann is the most desirable man in Bassburgh. All socialites in
Bassburgh are hoping that he will get a divorce as soon as possible. As your cousin and your best friend’s fiance, I
shall remind you that you should watch out for it.”
Maisie sat upright and replied, “What? Who do they think deserves my husband?”
serves
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was no way she would allow something like that to happen. If she really broke up with Nolan, wouldn’t that
give those women a chance? No! She would never let that happen.
She had not let go of Nolan in the past, so she would definitely not let go of him right now. She grabbed her purse
and stormed out of the restaurant. Louis looked at her back and chuckled. He did not know about a certain man,
but he definitely was not going to be dominated by a woman.
He pulled his phone out and made a call to Ryleigh. He wondered if she had her breakfast or not and what she
would like to eat if she had not.
[Good Dawghter: I’m on a diet!) (Louis: You’re so thin that you’re basically flat-chested, and you still want to go on a
diet?] [Good Dawghter: Get lost!) He waved at the waiter and ordered some food for Ryleigh.
At Blackgold…
After Nolan had finished his meeting with his client, he came out of the meeting room with Quincy and the group of
executives.
He had an upright posture as he walked amongst the crowd. His deep blue suit wrapped around his body as fit as a
glove. His gaze was deep, and he was both handsome and elegant under the shower of the white light.
When a group of female staff saw him walking past them, they grabbed their phones excitedly and exclaimed, “Ah!
It’s such a shame that Mr. Goldmann is married!”
“Although I like the story between Mr. Goldmann and Helios very much, I love how Mr. Goldmann spoils his wife
too!” “After seeing Mr. Goldmann, I just want to get a divorce. I can’t stand looking at my husband at home
anymore.” “Wake up. The sun is still up. You should probably stop dreaming now.”
Quincy was walking beside Nolan as both of them were heading toward the administrative department. He took a
look at Nolan, who seemed unusually quiet today, and asked, “Mr. Goldmann, did you not sleep well last night?”
Nolan raised his hand to loosen his tie and said begrudgingly. “It’s not that I didn’t sleep well, I didn’t sleep last
night.”
Quincy replied, “I knew it…” He paused for a moment before continuing. “You’re just mad at Ms. Vanderbilt for not
telling you, right? But it’s such a small matter. I think it’s fine as long as she explains it to you.’
Nolan did not say anything,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe did not need an explanation. He just wanted her to reflect on her own mistake
He was fine with her going to Glitz alone, but how could she not discuss with him about taking over Glitz? Was he
dead?
Would she have kept him in the dark forever if he had not asked? It seemed to him that this woman didn’t give a
d*mn about him, and she was just treating him a s if he was invisible!
As soon as they stepped into the office, they saw Maisie was standing in front of the desk, waiting for them. She
was wearing a long purplish red dress that accentuated her great body figure. There was a pearl hair clip on the
top of her ear, which made her look more charming and sweet.
Quincy knew they were going to talk, so he went out of the office and closed the door.
Maisie turned around and looked at Nolan. Her eyes were misted over as if she would cry, and it struck at the soft
spot deep in Nolan’s heart.
She just stood there and looked at Nolan pitifully. A drop of tear dangled at the corner of her eyes as she said, “Are
you not
going to talk to me anymore?”