In the evening, at the Blackgold Group…
Nolan walked to the building entrance while Quincy just stopped the car in front of the company. He then
unbuttoned his suit jacket and was about to get in the car.
A woman stopped him from behind, and he turned around expressionlessly.
Nolan’s expression instantly turned cold upon seeing that it was Maizie.
“How dare this woman come up to me again?’
Maizie was frightened by his expression and did not dare to get too close, but she could not just give up
at this moment. “Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Goldmann, I have something that you need to see. That’s why
I’m here.”
He responded coldly, “And what’s the matter?”
Maizie handed him a few photos, and Nolan hesitated for a moment before receiving the photos from
her. He then saw something and did not give off any emotions through his expression, but the corners of
the photos in his hand were crumpled
Maizie said cautiously, “Mr. Goldmann, don’t misunderstand. These were taken by someone else, so I
was just curious. Of
course, I still believe that Ms.
Vanderbilt won’t betray you.”
Nolan’s aura became cold and stern suddenly-the man in the photo gave him a strange sense of
familiarity.
Maizie did not dare to stay any longer. Anyway, the photos had been handed to the intended target.
“Then I won’t take up any more of your time, Mr. Goldmann.”
She then left in a hurry.
Quincy got out of the car and watched Maizie leave with a puzzled expression. “Mr. Goldmann, why has
Ms. Hannigan come to you again?”
Nolan squeezed the photos tightly and put them down helplessly. He then got into the car without saying
a word.
During dinner, Nolan did not come downstairs, so Daisie asked Mr. Cheshire, “Uncle Alfred, why isn’t
Daddy eating with us?”
Alfred smiled helplessly. “Err… I don’t know about this either.”
Maisie put down the fork and knife. “You guys should continue eating. I’ll go up and take a look at your
daddy.”
Nolan had been acting a little strange ever since he returned from work, and she just did not feel right.
She pushed open the study door and saw Nolan standing in front of the French window with his back
facing her. There was a cigarette that had been lit in
his hand.
Maisie remembered that he was addicted to cigarettes before losing his memory, but it was not a huge
issue back then. However, she could still see the smoke that had permeated the entire room, and a few
more cigarette butts had piled up in the ashtray.
Maisie’s expression dimmed. She stepped forward, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and
extinguished it in the ashtray. Nolan turned to look at her. His eyes looked calm and undisturbed.
Maisie was taken aback. “Nolan Goldmann, why are you looking at me like that?”
He did not say anything and slowly picked up the halfempty packet of cigarettes on the desk.
Maisie grabbed his hand and asked anxiously and irritatedly, “What’s the matter with you?”
He lowered his gaze and glanced at the back of her hand, then lifted his eyelids. “Are you hiding
something from me?”
Maisie wondered suspiciously. “What’s the matter?”
Nolan pulled his hand out of her grasp and threw the packet of cigarettes on the table. “Where have you
been today?”
Maisie did not understand why he would ask her about this, but she answered without any hesitation, “I
went to have tea with Madam Nera.”
Nolan lowered his head, scoffed, and asked sullenly,” Did you go out to have tea, or did you go out to
reunite with a lover of yours?”
‘A lover?’
Maisie was astonished. She then saw Nolan take a few crumpled photos out of his suit’s pocket. She
was about to grab them from him, but he let go of them before she could receive them from him.
Several photos slipped through her hands and scattered around her feet. Some of them were turned
over, and the scenes printed on two of the photos shocked her.
They were photos of Francisco and her chatting in the aisle outside the golf course.
Francisco blocked a great portion of her with his huge figure in the photos. He had lowered his head to
talk to her when the photo was captured, but it looked as if he was kissing her. There was a clear
distance between Francisco and her at that moment, but they looked extremely intimate in the photo.
These photos were clearly intended to cause misunderstandings, but she knew that Francisco had not
done it.
And the only person that came to her mind was Maizie.
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