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Nollace’s expression did not change, looking as indifferent and
stern as usual. “You seem very confident.”
Zenovia smiled and approached him. “Of course, I’m confident. Other than being the daughter of the Goldmanns, Daisie can’t provide you with anything else. Meanwhile, I’m different. I can do anything for you, and I’ll make sure you see my brilliance as time goes by.”
The moment she was about to hug Nollace, he pushed her away from him. 1
She fell to the ground, lifted her head in shock, stared into his gloomy and cold glare, and could not help but tremble.
Nollace looked down at her condescendingly. “Do you think you can challenge my bottom line unscrupulously just because my grandfather has recognized you as his goddaughter?”
Zenovia gnashed her teeth. “What’s the bottom line that you’re referring to? Daisie?”
Nollace leaned over, pinched her chin, and scoffed sullenly. “If warnings don’t work on you, I’ll change how I deliver my message to you.”
She trembled vigorously. “What do you plan to do to me?”
Nollace let go of her, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his fingertips. His tone sounded indifferent as he said, “The Livingstons and you, you can only save one now.”
She let off a miserable laugh, and a hint of ruthlessness beamed through her eyes. “You plan to make a move on the Livingstons? That’s impossible!”
‘Even if Nollace has the power to do so, the Knowles Group hasn’t yet established a firm foothold in the country, so no matter how powerful he is, he shouldn’t be able to reach out and make a move on the Livingstons that’s located all the way in Haniston!’
He responded with a calm hum and straightened his posture.“ Let’s hope you can continue to act so confidently in the future, Ms. Livingston.”
He then threw the handkerchief away, walked past her, and left the pavilion with Edison without looking back.
Zenovia’s clenched hands trembled slightly. She knew that he was threatening her with the Livingstons.
‘If his target is the Livingstons, it’s definitely impossible!
The next day was a weekend.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Daisie, who had just freshened herself up, hurried downstairs and opened the door.
The person standing outside was Nollace.
She froze for a moment and then chuckled. “Why are you here?”
Looking at her smiling eyes, Nollace reached out and pinched her fair cheek. “I’ve come to see you.”
Daisie smacked his hand off her cheek. “Stop pinching my face. It’ll get ruined.”
He could not help but laugh out loud. “Becoming ugly won’t be a problem. It won’t affect my love for you.”
Daisie frowned. “You might not care about it, but I do!”
Nollace stretched his hand out, took her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her between the eyebrows. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you already. I’m here to tell you that I’ll be leaving on a business trip for a week.”
She was caught off guard by the news and looked up at him.” You’re going on a business trip?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’ve come to see you.”
“Are you leaving today?”
Nollace could not help but laugh upon seeing the unwillingness flashing across her eyes and hugged her. “What’s up with the reluctance?”
She pursed her lips and pressed her palm against his chest to feel his warmth. “Where are you heading to?”
“Abroad.” He kissed the top of her head, his gaze dimmed, and his arms tightened slightly as he hugged her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
When he was about to leave, Daisie abruptly grabbed the hem of his sleeve and whispered, “Then you have to be more careful. And remember to reply to my messages on time. You’re not allowed to miss any of them.”
The second half of the sentence was uttered with a little hint of dissatisfaction.
Nollace held her chin in his palm and lifted her face slightly-her fair and delicate face had almost no pores and looked as pleasing to the eyes as a painting. “You have my word.”
She snorted. “Don’t lie to me.”
Nollace kissed her on the lips.
After a short but intimate moment, it was time for the two to part ways. Nollace ran his finger over her lips before leaving. “Be good.”
Her cheeks were flushed like a tomato as he coaxed her as if he was coaxing a child. “I know.”
Nollace went back into the car.
Edison was sitting in the driver’s seat and looked at him through the rearview mirror. “Sir, do you really want to go to Haniston? Will it be dangerous?”
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Nollace looked out the window, and his gaze stopped on Daisie’s villa for a while. He kept his trip to Haniston a secret from Daisie because he did not want her to worry. “This trip is the key to either success or failure.”
Edison replied, “But there’s no need for you to risk this. Ms. Livingston has offended Ms. Vanderbilt, and the Goldmanns will do something about it.”
Nollace gave off a smirk, and his eyes dimmed. “I may not be as competent as Nolan Goldmann, but I don’t plan to rely on the Goldmanns to resolve this matter. I’ll have to give it all I have.”
Two days later, at the college…
Daisie and Freyja were sitting in the cafe, and Freyja was a little surprised by her cousin’s business trip. “Everything was going just fine. Why would he suddenly need to go abroad?”
Daisie shrugged. “Don’t all businessmen have to run around? My dad and mom live such lives too.”
Freyja leaned closer to her and sounded very serious all of a sudden. “Can I ask you a question?”
“What’s the matter?”
“Have the two of you slept together?”
“What?!” Daisie’s cheeks got warm. She looked around subconsciously and aimlessly before responding in a low voice, “What are you thinking!?”
‘This question is way too straightforward, isn’t it??’
Freyja supported her head with her hand and sounded very surprised. “So that’s a no?”
Daisie covered her face. “Of course not!”
‘Isn’t that something that can only be done after marriage?
‘Besides, if Waylon and Colton were to learn that I’ve done something like this before getting married, they would probably rip me into pieces.’
Freyja continued. “Is it because of Nollace’s incapability in a certain aspect of life?”
Daisie was at a loss for words.
She was completely speechless, but she knew Freyja well enough to know she did not seem like someone who loved to gossip and ask such questions. “Why would you ask me about this all of a sudden?”
Freyja replied calmly, “The chief editor asked me to add some steamy scenes into my novel to attract more readers. The plot needs it, but I don’t have any experience in this department.”
Daisie scoffed out of anger. “You need something for your plot, and you’re asking me for help?”
“You have a boyfriend, and I don’t.”
Daisie did not know what she could say to reply to that. Freyja’s reply was so logical and clear that it caused her to be at a loss for words.
As the two left the cafe, a car appeared out of nowhere and slowly pulled over by the side of the road. Then, the rear window was lowered
Seeing that it was Waylon, Daisie gave off a chuckle, scurried straight over, and lay against the window with a grin on her face. “Waylon, why are you here?”
Waylon looked at her. “Do you have any more classes in the afternoon?”
She was stunned for a split second and shook her head. “No, all I have are self-study sessions.”
Waylon asked, “Care to have lunch with me?”
Daisie looked back at Freyja.
Waylon saw her reaction, understood what that meant instantly, and suggested with a smile, “She can come together.”
He could see that Freyja really regarded Daisie as a friend, so he would not stop Freyja from approaching and staying close to Daisie.
Daisie chuckled, ran up to Freyja, and held her hand. “Freyja, let’s go and eat together.”
Freyja slung her bag on her shoulder and nodded. “Okay.”
She went around the car and got into the front passenger seat, and Daisie followed her and boarded the car too.
The Beast Seafood Restaurant was the most distinctive artistic
restaurant in Yaramoor. The long dining table made it feel as if the customers were eating in a castle in a fairy-tale. White candles could also be seen placed on the table, which made it feel very immersive.
The specialties of this restaurant were its king crab and grilled tenderloin steak.
Daisie peeled off the crab shell with a tool, tasted the delicious crab meat, and smiled in satisfaction. “Wow! This tastes great! Waylon, this seafood restaurant that you found is out of this world!”
Waylon cut his tenderloin steak with a knife and fork and lifted his gaze. “Your Uncle Yorrick is the one who introduced this restaurant to me. I know you’ve been craving some seafood.”
Daisie bit her spoon and giggled.
She then turned to look at Freyja and saw that the portion of the food on Freyja’s plate was quite small, so she quickly put some food onto her plate. “Freyja, this meal is on the house, so don’t be shy. Eat more.”
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Freyja took a sip of chicken and mushroom soup, choked a little because of Daisie’s statement, and scoffed. “It’s fine. I don’t usually eat this much either.”
“You’re too slim. You should eat more.”
“I weigh 110 pounds, and you, as someone who weighs a little over 90 pounds, actually have the nerves to call me slim?”
Daisie was rendered speechless.
‘Freyja’s 5’7″, and 110 pounds is already the most standard weight for her.
‘And I’m 5’3″, but because I pay more attention to the maintenance of my shape, I’ve never allowed myself to weigh more than 100 pounds.’
Waylon lifted his gaze and took a glance at Daisie. “Yeah, it’s
true that you’ve lost weight.”
He moved the sliced loin steak from his plate onto hers. “You’ll only look healthier if you weigh slightly over 100 pounds.”
Daisie put on an upset expression. “That’s considered fat, okay!?”
“How can I compare myself with Freyja? Freyja is tall, so weighing a little over 100 pounds is considered normal. But I’m so short, and I’d look plump if I were to weigh more than 100 pounds.’
Waylon’s expression remained unchanged. “Freyja doesn’t look fat at all. In fact, she looks just right?”
Daisie was rendered speechless.
‘Men’s aesthetics are so very different from that of women’s . Women think to look slender is to look extremely slim, while men think that one looks slender when one is a little plump.
‘Freyja’s body figure and weight are relatively standard. She looks just right as she’s neither fat nor thin, and all her flesh is grown in the right parts of her body.’
Daisie lowered her head to look at her body and then looked at Freyja. She had a great figure, but it was nothing when compared to Freyja’s.
Coincidentally, a voice came from inside the restaurant at this
time.
Daisie turned around and looked in the direction of the voice-it was Zenovia.
After running into someone she hated to the bones in the restaurant, the king crab no longer tasted as good as it was a minute ago.
Zenovia walked over with her secretary and two bodyguards and saw Daisie. “Ms. Vanderbilt, what a coincidence.”
Daisie smiled. “Yes, what a coincidence.”
Zenovia’s gaze landed on Waylon. Among the many men she had met in her life, in addition to Nollace, whose appearance surprised her, the man sitting in front of her looked no less than
Nollace.
It was just that his temperament was different from Nollace’s .
Compared to Nollace, his appearance looked a little more oriental and reserved. He exuded an aura that felt more mature and experienced, giving others a relatively stern and heavy sensation.
The secretary had worked for Mr. Livingston before this and was familiar with Waylon’s looks. He recalled something, approached Zenovia , and whispered something into her ears.
Zenovia was startled, then smiled politely. “Is this gentleman the eldest young master of the Goldmanns ? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zenovia, Zenovia Livingston.”
She reached out her hand to greet him.
Waylon put down his knife and fork and reached out. However, what he went for was the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand and did not seem to plan to shake hands with Zenovia.
Zenovia’s hand hung awkwardly in midair, and she retracted it unnaturally with a slightly stiff expression. “That’s very rude for you to treat a lady like this, Mr. Goldmann.”
Waylon placed the handkerchief back onto the table, lifted his head, and asked indifferently , “Are you lecturing me on how | should do things?”
He ignored her existence from beginning to end.
Zenovia tried her best to restrain her expression and let out a smile. “Why would I do so? Perhaps what I’m doing is a little
abrupt. After all, this is our first time meeting each other, so you might have misunderstood me, Mr. Goldmann.”
Waylon scoffed. “Ms. Livingston, you’re truly different from the other ladies I know.”
She accepted his statement joyfully. “I’ll take it as a compliment from you, Mr. Goldmann.”
Waylon added, “The Earth doesn’t revolve around you, Ms. Livingston, so don’t be too bumptious.”
Zenovia was at a loss for words.
Daisie could not help but burst into laughter, and this peal of laughter made Zenovia feel even more embarrassed. She took a deep breath. “Mr. Goldmann, I may not be as noble and respectable as you Goldmanns, but I at least know how to respect people.”
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Waylon nodded. “So, is forcing Nollace to marry you your way of respecting others? If that’s the case, you’re quite a righteous person.”
A hint of anger surged from the bottom of Zenovia’s eyes. “This is a matter between Mr. Knowles and me.”
“As long as he’s still in a relationship with my sister, I’ll never allow the affairs between you two to exist. I can’t tolerate the fact that I’m looking at a filthy woman, do you understand me?”
From the beginning to the end, Waylon did not go overboard with his choice of words – he did not even get worked up-but what he said was extremely offensive and ironic.
Zenovia’s clenched fists trembled, and her expression dimmed in an instant. “We’re in Yaramoor, not Zlokova. No matter how powerful the Goldmanns are, you’re in no position to act so unreasonably and rudely in a foreign country.”
Waylon glanced at her and squinted slightly. “You’re from Haniston yourself, so from where did you muster the courage to make that statement?”
She sneered. “I’m different. I’m a distinguished guest of the royal family and the king’s god-granddaughter.”
Waylon sounded very sarcastic. “The Livingstons have actually interfered in the interior affairs of the Yaramoor’s royal family? It’s no wonder you sound so full of yourself.”
Zenovia’s expression changed instantly. “Nonsense, what are you talking about!?”
What she just said could cause things to go south quickly and easily.
The most taboo thing in the diplomatic relationship between the two countries was someone interfering with the country’s internal affairs. The king had recognized her as his god granddaughter only because he admired her, but most of the nobles actually felt that it was an inappropriate thing to do.
She was from Haniston, so getting too close to the royal family would inevitably create unnecessary suspicions. Once these words were to spread to the public and were amplified by the media, she might be accused of espionage.
She originally thought these words would make the Goldmanns realize they were not in Zlokova, and this was not a place where they could do whatever they wanted. But who would have thought that the young master of the Goldmanns was not someone to be trifled with?
Waylon still did not show her any respect. “You’re only someone that curries favor with people who are superior to you. You’re not even related to the royal family by blood. And here you are, teaching us that we Goldmanns should behave. Who gave you the guts to do so? Is it His Majesty, the king?
“The Goldmanns’ hands are not as long as the Livingstons’, so we don’t try to get involved with the royal family of another country so casually. However, whoever dares to lay a finger on anyone in the family, the person’s background will become
irrelevant instantly. Even the royal family won’t cause the Goldmanns to pull punches.
“If this is still not enough to convince you to stand down, go back to the king and tell him what I just told you. We’ll see whether he’ll support you when it comes to this matter.”
The expression on Zenovia’s changed back and forth as if it was a magic show. She calmed herself down, glared fiercely at Daisie, turned around, and left immediately.
Daisie had been trying her best to suppress her laughter, and as soon as Zenovia left the scene, she laughed out loud and gave Waylon a thumbs up. “Waylon, what a show!”
Waylon fetched her some side dishes. “There’s no need to show such a person any respect. Even if you make a move on her, the Goldmanns will be able to bear the consequences on your behalf. Do you get me?”
Daisie supported her head in her hands and grinned. “I’m no longer a child. I won’t let her bully me.”
Freyja stared at the siblings, then lowered her eyes and continued eating her meal.
She could see that Waylon’s attitude toward Zenovia stemmed from the gossip that revolved around Zenovia and Daisie.
He was venting for Daisie.
Although the Goldmann brothers had different personalities, the only thing they had in common was that they were both good brothers who would do anything to protect their sister.
The sky was getting dark, and Waylon sent them back after
dinner.
Freyja’s house was not located near Daisie’s. One was located in the city’s southern region, and the other was in the northern region. Thus, Freyja probably asked the driver to pull over and let her off at an intersection because she did not want them to travel too far for her.
Daisie did not mind the extra miles. “It’s okay. We can travel a bit further. We’re the ones who invited you out to eat. How can we let you go home by yourself?”
“It’s okay, we’ve just finished eating dinner, and it won’t take long before I arrive home. It’s a good opportunity for me to go for a stroll at this hour.”
Freyja got out of the car and bid them goodbye.
Daisie felt a little sad when she looked at Freyja’s figure as she left by herself.
‘It’s not like I’ve not been to her house, so how could she possibly get home in just a while?’
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Waylon asked the driver to stop driving all of a sudden. “We’ll take a taxi back. You’re to follow Ms. Pruitt and make sure she gets home safely.”
The driver nodded.
After the two got out of the car, Daisie turned around to glance at Waylon. “Waylon, you’re the best.”
Waylon raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head. “That’s because I know that you care about your friends.”
Daisie wrapped her arms around his, leaned her head against his shoulder, and giggled. “Then I must say that you know me the best.”
That night, at the Knowles mansion…
Diana stood in the room and tried to call Nollace, but she could not get through his phone.
After Rick took a shower, he walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hair with a towel. “What’s wrong?”
Diana turned around with a worried expression. “Dear, Edison said that Nollace has gone on a business trip. I just wanted to call him but couldn’t get to him.”
Rick smiled and left the towel on the counter. “You’re being too nervous. Nollace is already an adult and knows what to do. He’ll be fine.”
Diana frowned. Although Rick was doing a great job at comforting her, she still had a bad feeling. Edison had only told her that Nollace had left on a business trip, but he did not tell her where he had gone.
She had a feeling that Edison seemed to be hiding something from her.
Three days later, at the Knowles Group…
Edison was sitting in the office. He had been unable to contact Nollace all these days.
At that moment, the secretary’s voice suddenly came from outside the corridor, and Diana pushed open the office door.
He stood up. “Madam.”
Diana hurried to the desk and questioned him directly, “Where the heck did Nollace go? You told me that he’d be on a business trip for a week. Today is already the fifth day, and I haven’t heard a word from him for the past five days. What are you trying to hide for him?”
Edison lowered his head as he hesitated.
Diana looked serious. “Edison, you must give me an explanation today. What exactly is he doing out there?”
‘It’s okay to travel for business, but there’s no reason I haven’t been able to get in touch with him. I don’t even know the most basic information that I should know about this trip. I’ve been feeling so restless and uneasy these few days that I even dreamed that something has happened to him, so how can I continue to ignore this whole matter?’
Edison took a deep breath and responded with a hint of guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Madam. The young master… He’s gone to Haniston.”
Diana was astounded. “What!?”
Edison could not get in touch with Nollace either, and he knew about his plan, so he could no longer keep it a secret. “The young master doesn’t want anyone to know where he went, so he told me to keep it a secret. He said he has something to do in Haniston.”
The office was silent for a moment.
Diana froze in place silently for a long time and asked, “Does it have anything to do with the Livingstons?”
Edison nodded.
At that moment, Diana could not keep herself cool anymore.” Has he lost his mind!? What can he do on the Livingstons’ home turf? And how does he plan to deal with the Livingstons alone?”
Edison lowered his head and did not utter a single word.
‘In fact, I also felt that Young Master Knowles’ plan is a little mental. No, not just a little, to be exact, it’s pretty crazy.
“Given his determination to give it all he has, it’s clear that what makes Young Master Knowles dreadful isn’t his means and ruthlessness but that he’s more resolved than anyone else, so resolved that his life is something that he’ll willingly trade in order to achieve something.
‘Plus, he always catches others off guard by never playing his
cards accordingly. That’s what makes him insidious and terrifying.’
Diana stepped forward abruptly, grabbed him by the collar, and became extremely emotional. “Edison, what is he going to do? Tell me what his plan is!”
Edison lowered his gaze and fell silent for a moment. “He plans to break into the Livingstons at the expense of himself, arousing the royal family’s suspicion of the Livingstons…”
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Dianal let go and took two steps back, her face pale.
At that moment, the server, who had been locked up for seven days, was released.
He walked out the door and into a car parked not too far away. Zenovia sat there with the back window halfway down.
He was signaled to get into the car. The moment he sat down, he started frantically begging, “Ms. Livingston, I swear that I didn’t sell you out. Please, let me go.”
Zenovia took an envelope filled with cash out of her bag and handed it to him. “I know you wouldn’t, so you’ve earned this.”
The server took the envelope, and it was heavy and thick. There was quite an amount in it.
Zenovia turned to look at him with a smile and said, “I need you to do something for me.”
He looked shocked and immediately gave the money back to her. “Ms. Livingston, I can’t be locked up again,”
“Don’t worry. You won’t be this time.” Zenovia cut him off and pushed the envelope back to him. “You just need to clarify something.”
He was curious, so he carefully asked what it was.
Zenovia leaned closer and whispered into his ears, shocking the server.
The Drama, Theatre, and Film students were in the midst of an exam, and it was one of the harder topics for their final year paper.
Even though each student had the same script, what was different was that there would be situations that required improvisation, and only the professors knew about it.
The students would have to improvise without a chance to prepare when they came across those situations.
That was to test how well they would perform as actors.
The students memorized the script inside out, but nobody knew what would happen during their performances.
Once there was a change in the performance, the lines would have to be improvised, and it would test how fast the students could adapt to make it run smoothly.
That was harder than performing without a script.
Daisie sat there memorizing the script because she wanted to get as much in as possible.
The student next to her saw that she was still memorizing the script, so she was curious. “Daisie, why are you still memorizing? Didn’t the professor say that we can’t rely too much on the script?”
Daisie looked up and smiled. “I know, but we need to follow the script before it changes.”
The student sighed. “This is too difficult, and we have to improvise. My heart won’t be able to take it.”
Daisie patted her shoulder, “It’s fine, believe in yourself.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
The students who were going through the test didn’t manage to improvise because the script and storyline changed, or there were sudden interruptions.
Some of the improvisations veered off script and ended clumsily.
It was finally Daisie’s turn. She was a cancer patient based on the script.
Facing the diagnosis about her late stage, she wanted to end her life to escape the pain.
Daisie was full of emotion. She stood on the window ledge with empty eyes and started reciting her lines.
The professor who acted as the doctor suddenly showed up and said they had made a misdiagnosis. She was cancer-free.
Daisie paused because that wasn’t part of the script. That was a change. Daisie was surprised but then asked, “Are you joking!?”
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The doctor replied, “I am sorry, ma’am. The cancer patient has the same name as you do, and the nurse mixed it up. Please come back down.”
Daisie walked down from the window ledge and grabbed onto the doctor, holding back her emotions. “Was it really a mistake? But why do I feel like I’m dying?”
The second part of that sentence surprised the professor.
The professor, who was not on stage, checked the script and realized that Daisie had managed to steer the story back.
In the original script, the character was a final-stage cancer patient. And based on the story, there wasn’t a mistake. The doctor would say that she had a chance of survival and would be able to live on, just to get the patient who was trying to end her life to stop so that the story could continue.
The doctor didn’t follow the script and tried to mess up Daisie’s performance.
Not only did Daisie improvise well, but she also managed to do it in a way that the story would be able to continue based on the script. That was something most students wouldn’t be able to do.
After all, once they veered from the script after the changes, they would try to steer it back but would usually be distracted by the professors.
Daisie managed to remember the original story after being interrupted and continued the story, so the professors were all in awe.
In the end, she managed to end the story but made some changes. She was acting as a cancer patient. The script was more of a patient’s monologue, but she had changed it to an encouragement to the patients to live every day to the fullest.
After the performance ended, the applause was thunderous.
Daisie’s palms were sweaty and sticky because it wasn’t easy at all for her.
The professional performance professors gave her 95 points total.
Daisie was too tense when it came to improvisation and didn’t manage to control the character’s emotions well enough, but 95 put her at the top of her class.
Daisie walked out of the hall and leaned against the wall to finally calm down. At the same moment, she got a call from Freyja.
Freyja waited for her at the library nearby, and Daisie got there in a hurry, huffing and puffing. “What happened, Freyja?”
Freyja took a newspaper out of her bag and handed it to her. “I found it in the library. This doesn’t seem right.”
Daisie read the paper: Ms. Goldmann asked a server to frame Ms. Livingston for the theft of a necklace so that she became enemies with the family. Ms. Goldmann further says she doesn’t care about the royal family of Yaramoor.
Daisie paused when she saw that.
That wasn’t just an attack on her-it was an attack on the entire Goldmann family.
Freyja was stoic. “Daisie, this will affect your family severely. You need to speak to your brothers about it.”
Zenovia was cruel for doing this. She had turned all the attention to the Goldmanns, and people would start speculating, especially when the Reeses were brought into the picture.
From what people saw, no matter how powerful the Goldmanns were, they wouldn’t be able to get involved in another country’s matters. It would become a sensitive issue and receive strong backlash if it involved politics.
Not only that but the Hatahways would be pulled into this because of the Goldmanns as well. Since the Hathaways were rich enough to take over the country, they would invoke the public’s wrath.
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There would always be dirt behind great power, and even in the past, it never ended well for the subjects who had more power than the king
Daisie crushed the paper, looking angry.
At the White Ivy Palace’s meeting room…
The ministers discussed what the media outlets reported in a serious manner because it was a huge issue.
They had differing views because some thought it was a deliberate attempt at breaking the trade relationship between the two countries, while others thought that Zlokova was trying to get involved with their country.
King William picked up his cup and took a sip of hot tea. The chatter continued until he slammed the cup down.
There was immediate silence.
King William crossed his fingers, placed them on the table, and said with a stoic expression, “I understand your worries, but you’re reaching at straws by thinking that people are trying to get involved in our politics based on this news report.”
“Your Majesty, even though this can’t prove anything, we should be careful about the relationship between the Goldmanns and the Hathaways.”
The king squinted. “Are you trying to say that the Hathaways are linked to this?”
The minister carefully said, “I’m worried that that’s true.”
King William laughed. “If you could contribute a huge sum of money for our defense to build equipment and battleships, and if you could pay half of the national tax paid by the Hathaways, I would agree with your statement.”
The minister clammed up after that because the Hathaways had contributed a huge sum to their military and were pretty much the finance minister. If they offended them, it would be disastrous in terms of benefits.
The king thought highly of benefits, so he wouldn’t let anything threaten the Hathaways. Thus, it would be a dead end if they were to challenge them.
King William sat in the meeting room alone after the meeting. Paul walked to his side. “Your Majesty.”
The king rapped his knuckles on the table before asking, “What do you think about this?”
Paul paused for a few seconds, then lowered his head and answered, “We have important ties to Zlokova. Even if the Goldmanns got involved with the royals, it doesn’t mean that it would affect our politics. It would be personal matters.”
“Personal matters?” The king squinted, then picked up his cane and slowly stood up.” Is this related to Nollace and the Goldmann girl?”
Paul chuckled. “There’s a big dispute between Ms. Livingston and Ms. Vanderbilt. I guess the media just made it into a bigger deal than it actually is.”
King William nodded and didn’t say anything. He left the room with Paul and saw Diana walking toward them.
Paul nodded at her.
Diana stopped. “Father, I’d like to speak to you.”
King William looked at her and said, “Let’s go to the study.”
After they walked in, Paul closed the door and waited outside.
King William sat on the couch and rested his cane at the side.” Go ahead.”
Diana took a deep breath. “I’ll get straight to the point then. I’ve lost contact with Nollace.”
King William was surprised. “What?”
“Nollace went to Haniston, and I can’t get through on his phone. He might be in trouble.” Diana sat across from him and couldn’t hide her anxiety.
The king asked, “What is he doing in Haniston?” Diana calmed down before replying, “I don’t know, Father. Nollace is my son. If something happens to him there, I will never be able to forgive myself.”
“Diana, calm down,” advised King William. “I’ll send someone to Haniston to find out how he is. He’s my grandson, I won’t let anything happen to him.”
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Diana asked, “What if something really has happened?”
King William insisted, “Nothing would have happened.”
After a moment of silence, Diana slowly stood up. “Father, what would you do if someone did something to Nollace?”
William paused, then affirmed, “I won‘t let them get away with it.”
The corner of Diana‘s lips curled. “I hope you will put the words into action.”
She left the room, walked into the main hall, and bumped into Zenovia, who was smiling and looking to be in a good mood.” Mrs. Knowles, are you here to see His Majesty?”
Diana looked at her with no expression. “I‘ve underestimated
you.”
“Mrs. Knowles, everyone has something up their sleeves. I‘m a victim here. The person who has been playing around is that Goldmann girl.”
Zenovia stood in front of Diana and added, “Mrs. Knowles, I‘m just looking out for you. If the Goldmanns disrespect the royals, they will disrespect the Knowles too. Even if you‘re nice to Daisie, even if she marries Nollace, it may just be part of their plan.”
Diana smirked. “What do you think they want from us?”
Zenovia didn‘t fall for that. “I can‘t be sure. What I do know is
Upon seeing how confident Zenovia was, Diana‘s disgust for her grew stronger.
What Zenovia said meant that she was looking down on her son. She thought that her son wasn‘t good enough to give the Knowles a good standing and was rushing to get married to Daisie.
Diana laughed. “So, you think that my son needs your help?”
Zenovia replied, “If he‘s willing to accept it.”
Diana stopped smiling. “Nollace doesn‘t need your help. To be clear, he doesn‘t need anyone‘s help.
“Do you know why he chose Daisie instead of you?
“That‘s because Daisie at least believes in him and understands him. On the other hand, you are arrogant yet a nobody. You can continue to be proud, but I hope you don‘t regret it in the future.”
Diana glared at her and left after bumping her shoulder.
Zenovia was so angry about what Diana had said that her face turned purple.
The next day after the news came out, Daisie became the talk of the college because everyone knew about her ‘dispute‘ with Zenovia. Zenovia was the ‘bullied‘ party in their eyes.
Freyja heard the people in class discussing it, so she turned around and looked at them, then at Daisie.
Daisie was writing down some notes and seemed to have ignored their discussion, but deep down, she probably wasn‘t too happy.
Once their class ended, Daisie packed her bag and left the room.
Freyja knew Daisie was feeling terrible, so she gave her some space to clear her head. She slowly walked out of the building and noticed that a group of reporters surrounded Daisie at the gate.
“Ms. Vanderbilt, could you tell us why you‘ve made Ms. Livingston your enemy?”
“Ms. Vanderbilt, I heard that you’re using the power of the Goldmanns to do whatever you want and don‘t even respect the royals. Is that true?”
All the cameras were pointed at her face, and the people surrounded her as if they were swallowing her up.
Freyja wanted to walk over, but an arm suddenly blocked her in her steps. She turned her face over and paused for a few seconds. “M–Mr. Goldmann?”
She thought it was Colton, but she took a closer look and noticed that he didn‘t have a mole under his eye and that they had a different air. Waylon looked toward the crowd. “You won‘t be able to help.”
The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 1790 Freyja was curious. “But she‘s your sister. Are you going to let the reporters do this to her?”
Waylon let go of her with calm eyes and a smile. “Ms. Pruitt, don‘t you think that what you said is a little ironic?”
Freyja was startled.
Waylon looked toward the crowd and said, “You think that my and Colton‘s overprotection is too much for her, but now you want me to help her. She won‘t be able to learn how to solve problems this way.”
Freyja was surprised because she didn‘t expect Waylon to remember what she had previously said, but more importantly, that he had listened.
She parted her lips. “I meant only on certain aspects, like her own marriage and friends.”
They shouldn‘t interfere with those.
Waylon tilted his head and looked at her. “Isn‘t it the same?”
Freyja was rendered speechless.
At that moment, Daisie‘s voice came from among the crowd. “If you think I‘m guilty, I will work with the police to investigate and not let the rumors decide my innocence. As for the theft, my conscience is clear.”
Daisie‘s voice was loud and calm. She took the microphone and
looked straight at the camera. “Zenovia Livingston, if you‘re watching this, I have to tell you not to spark controversy about the cooperation between the Goldmanns and Yaramoor. We‘ve never said any of that.
“You, on the other hand, shouldn‘t start rumors about my family just because you‘re the god–granddaughter of the king. We look down on you, not the royals. Thank you.”
She gave the microphone back to the reporter, who was frozen on the spot, and walked out from the crowd. All the reporters were stunned.
Were the Goldmanns arrogant, or did Ms. Livingston start the rumors? They had no clue.
Freyja was shocked as well. “Was that the right thing to do?”
That meant that Daisie was openly challenging Zenovia.
Waylon chuckled. “Daisie is kind, but it doesn‘t mean she doesn‘t have a temper.”
Zenovia watched the video at the hotel, so she heard everything that Daisie said. She closed her laptop and didn‘t look happy.” She‘s still so stubborn even when she‘s cornered.”
Did she think that the Goldmanns would look innocent just by her words? Getting the royals involved was a big issue.
There was a knock on the door, and the secretary opened the door, looking unhappy. “Ma‘am, we have news from home.”
Zenovia frowned. “What is it?”
The secretary looked down. “Nollace went to Haniston and met with the vice president.”
Zenovia suddenly stood up and yelled, “Why is he there!?”
The secretary said, “I‘m not sure. I just found out after getting a call.”
Zenovia didn‘t have a good feeling about it. She immediately picked up her phone to confirm with her uncle. “Uncle, it‘s me. What did Nollace say to you when he met you?”
When she heard what he said, she froze.
She couldn‘t believe it. Had Nollace lost his mind? How could he threaten the Livingstons because of what her father had done?
Did he think that this would bring the Livingstons down?
That was such a joke!
Meanwhile...
Waylon brought Freyja back to her backyard. She unbuckled her seatbelt and said, “Thank you, Mr. Goldmann. I‘ll see you soon.”
She was going to open the door when Waylon casually rested his elbow on the steering wheel and turned to look at her. “I‘m thankful for you.”
She was curious, so she looked into his amber eyes. “What for?”
He smiled. “For taking care of Daisie at the college.”
Freyja smiled too. “I take care of Daisie because I promised Nollace I would do it, nothing more.”