Louis did not even look at Willow.
His gaze then landed on the two figures that slowly appeared from the crowd. Not only his but Larissa
and Mrs. Boucher’s gazes were also attracted by them.
“Mr. Goldmann? Why is he here?”
“Is the relationship between the Goldmanns and the Lucases so close that Mr. Goldmann would attend
the Lucases’ banquet?”
“Could the person standing next to Mr. Goldmann be his woman?”
Maisie wrapped Nolan’s arm and walked in beside him. She was wearing a dark green evening gown
with naked shoulders-the waistline and split dress design made the whole dress look vivid.
She had tied the long hair behind her into a fishtail braid, and the cold and indifferent yet unparalleled
appearance made her look unforgettable for anyone who had seen her in person.
And while she was walking beside Nolan, who looked exceptionally regal, charming, and attractive, it
made them look like a match made in heaven.
*Zee!” Ryleigh felt ecstatic after seeing Maisie appear from the crowd.
She ran forward, grabbed her arm by the elbow, and clung onto her. “Zee, you’ve come!”
Seeing that Willow was staring at them and trembling from head to toe out of fear, Ryleigh rubbed her
nose in disdain.
The people around them were at a loss.
However, the only person who was shocked was Larissa.
Her gaze was fixed on Maisie, and the surprise and astonishment beaming in her eyes were obvious.
Louis also noticed the change in her expression and frowned slightly.
Nolan brought over Maisie and smiled faintly at Larissa. “Mrs. Lucas.”
Larissa returned to her senses for a bit, and her hand that was holding the wine glass tightened.
Mrs. Boucher seemed to have noticed Larissa’s peculiarities. It did not seem to be caused by Nolan but
by the woman standing next to him.
Maisie kept staring at Larissa again as she was probably curious.
‘This woman is my mother’s sister.’
Mrs. Boucher was the first to speak up, giving an end to the awkward atmosphere. “How come you are
you here, Mr. Goldmann?”
From her tone, she did not seem to like Nolan.
Nolan did not answer her directly but replied indifferently instead, “I thought this banquet aims to
announce the existence of the daughter of the de Armas. So who in fact is the real daughter of the de
Armas? I think Mrs. Lucas should have some leads about that?”
Nolan’s calm words caused a sensation among the people present.
“What does Mr. Goldmann mean? Is it true that there’s a genuine and a fake daughter of the de Armas?”
“Couldn’t this lady that we’re looking at be a fake?”
“Can things get even more exciting than this?”
Everyone whispered.
Seeing that Nolan was so sure, Ryleigh became firmer and more confident in an instant. She finally felt
the pleasure of owning the moral high ground. “I told you so! How could Willow be the daughter of the de
Ammas?”
At that moment, Willow was so furious that the apple of her cheeks had turned as pale as ashes. Her
hands resting on the side of her body were tightly clenched, and her nails were sinking into her hands,
about to scrape the flesh out of her palms.
She bit her lip and said tremblingly, “Nolan, I know you don’t like me, but I was by your side for six years.
How can you treat me like this…”
Willow deliberately raised this misunderstanding topic so that everyone would think that Maisie had done
something to win over Nolan.
They did not dare to talk about Mr. Goldmann, but whether the woman beside Mr. Goldmann had
snatched him from Willow back then was still a topic up for discussion.
Nolan creased his eyebrows, and his tone became colder. “What did you do to approach me six years
ago? Isn’t that how you made yourself into the daughter of the de Armas today?”
“No, I…” Willow saw that everyone’s eyes were on her, so she turned around and grasped Larissa’s
hand all of a sudden. “Aunty, you have to believe me. I didn’t lie to you. You’ve seen the DNA results with
your own eyes…”
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