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The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1209
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Chapter 1209

Tanner was stunned.

“I know very well how much you loathe and hate me. You're being nice to me because you had

to. It's like a task for you to make both our families happy. It isn't that I have to be grateful to

every man that wants to marry me. I know how bad my reputation is. Even if no one wants to

marry me, I won't shamelessly stick to you, so you can rest assured.

“After all, I was once loved by all the Santiagos in the past. Even if a storm has ravaged a

delicate rose, you can't deny that it was once a beautiful flower.

“You reap what you sow. It's my own mistake for getting myself into my current situation, and I

don't plan to forget about it. The price I have to pay will never allow me to seek a happy and

secure life by committing myself to a man.”

When she finished speaking, she pushed Tanner away. Pulling her suitcase, she headed out

without turning her head back once.

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Tanner stood frozen stiff on the spot as he tightened his fists.

When Pearl got in the car, she turned her head and looked outside through the window. It was

not that she was incapable of feeling sad or disappointed. It was just that she had learned to

numb her emotions after suffering something even more painful than this one.

She also felt she did not deserve to shed a single tear.

Several days later, the Santiagos announced the wedding cancellation between Pearl and Tanner.

Antonio just gave a few vague answers when asked by the reporters and left the press conference.

When Sandy saw the news on the television, a smile hopped onto the corner of her lips. This was what

she wanted to see—the annulment of Tanner’s marriage with Pearl.

‘She already has a bad reputation, so what makes her think she can win against me in this match, huh?

Serves her right. It doesn't matter if I don’t have a good background. As long as I give birth to the baby,

the Hannigans will accept me sooner or later.’

That weekend, at the Topazes...

Naomi stood in front of the full-body mirror to try on one set of clothes after another while Lucy was

urging her by sending messages through the phone.

She chose a thick orange sweater and a plaid skirt in the end. She put on a knit cap and went

downstairs with her bag.

Anthony was talking to someone on the phone in front of the window with a cup of coffee in his hand.

When he turned his head around, he saw his daughter was heading out. He put his phone down and

asked, “ Nelly, I thought you were off today.”

“Yeah.” Naomi was putting on her shoes in the doorway. “My colleague asked me out.”

Anthony was stunned for a moment when he heard what she said. After a short while, a smile of relief

appeared on his face as he said, “I see. Then, have fun.”

Naomi smiled and nodded.

The wind was cold, and the sky was gray. There was a layer of dark cloud looming over the city, and it

seemed like it was going to rain at any moment.

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Lucy was pacing around in front of the entrance of the Financial street. People were walking in a hurry

around her. she looked at her phone and waited for a few minutes before seeing a figure rushing

toward her.

“Over here!” Lucy waved her arm.

Naomi stopped in front of her, her chest heaving up and down heavily, she took a deep breath

and said, “ I’m sorry for being late.”

Lucy chuckled. “It’s okay. I can understand.”

She studied her up and down and continued. “You even have put on makeup and a skirt.”

Naom was stunned and averted her gaze. “No, I dress like this every day, don't I?”

Lucy lifted her eyebrows and said, “No. You look particularly beautiful today.”

Naomi rarely wore a skirt to work, and she would not wear a skirt in winter. Although she was

usually rather reserved on normal days, she became even more gentle than usual when wearing

a skirt.

Lucy turned her head around. “Mr. Boucher hasn’t arrived yet. He isn't going to stand US up, is

he?”