Inside the car…Nolan looked out of the car window absently, as if he was still pondering about what Maisie had said. Lost in his train of thoughts, he did not hear Quincy calling out to him repeatedly.“Sir.” Quincy raised his voice.Finally, Nolan came back to his senses and rubbed his forehead. “What is it?”Quincy held up the phone to him. “You have a call from your father, Mr. Goldmann.”Nolan took the phone from his hands and answered, “Dad.”On the other side of the line, at the Goldmann family estate…“You little rascal, did you go and knock someone’s daughter up?”Nolan’s father sat in his backyard sipping scotch. The photo displayed on his tablet showed two kids with an uncanny resemblance to his own son.Nolan paused and furrowed his brows. “Not that I know of.”“Are you sure? Then how do you explain these two kids Royal Crown Entertainment Co. signed? They look just like you.”The old man slammed his glass on the table. “I want to see these two children.”“Dad,

“On the contrary, Mommy said that we should always learn a thing or two about our ancestry. In fact, Mommy is a fan of antiques. Otherwise, Mommy couldn't have come up with her unique designs of ‘Victorian-style antique jewelry’ back in Stoslo.”Nolan’s father chuckled. “Then, I would really love to meet your mommy one day.”Daisie felt triumphant as she had finally gotten her grandpa’s attention on Mommy!Nolan glanced at Waylon, who was standing beside him. The little boy raised his hand and wiped his cheek, then he turned around and gave Nolan a seemingly unfriendly glare.Unexpectedly, the boy’s glare reminded Nolan of someone else.“The last time I saw you, you had a mole on the corner of your eye.”Waylon rubbed the corner of his eye and said defensively, “I drew that on.”“Grandpa, you lost!” Daisie giggled happily.Little did she know, the old man had let her win. Seeing the little girl laugh so gleefully, he somehow found himself laughing along with her. Perhaps he was

Sergio smiled and nodded. “That is correct. Knowing that Miss Vanderbilt had returned to Vaenna Jewelry, I was hoping for a chance to collaborate, with you, specifically.”Willow sneered mockingly. Sergio Baldwin was 49 years old and turning 50. The son he had with his ex-wife had only just turned 18. Rumour had it that he never learned to keep it in his pants and had one too many women on the side. Eventually, his ex-wife had snapped and asked for a divorce.Sergio had met Maisie during Stephen’s birthday banquet a few years back, and since then, he could not get her off of his mind. He would even ask Willow about her every now then. Because of that, Willow had Maisie drugged the last time just to give Mr. Baldwin a chance to bag her. It was a pity he had let that opportunity slide.“Because of me?” Maisie chortled. “Mr. Baldwin, hearing you say that flatters me.” “Zee, Mr. Baldwin admires your talent,” explained Willow while she poured Mr. Baldwin a glass of wine and handed it t

Nolan never knew this woman could look so serene and gentle asleep.He glanced at the bite marks on her fingers. Was it because she was drugged and had to resort to such methods just to keep herself awake? How did someone as sharp-witted as her end up being preyed on?If he had not run into her tonight, or worse still, if she had not escaped, then she would have…Maisie’s brows suddenly scrunched up, and her lashes trembled. It seemed like she was having a nightmare.“No!”Hearing her scream, Nolan leaned closer to her. “Maisie?”In her dream, Maisie yet again saw the man ravaging her that fateful night six years ago, but this time the man was faceless…Maisie opened her eyes. She was frightened by the magnified face before her eyes, so she lifted her hand instinctively. “Ahhh!”“Mr. Goldmann, is everything okay…” Hearing the commotion inside, Quincy barged in through the door. The moment he walked in, he saw a swollen red slap mark on Nolan’s cheek. He quickly turned to leave,

Maisie walked out and shut the door to Willow’s office.Looking at the document Willow had signed, Maisie smirked. Dealing with simpletons was so mundane.Just then, a call from Ryleigh came through.Maise walked toward the stairs before she picked up the call.“Zee, could you come with me to my Uncle Boucher’s birthday party tonight? I told my dad that I would bring the infamous designer, Zora. He’s been wanting to meet you since forever!”Hearing how excited Ryleigh was, Maisie answered reluctantly, “But I don’t even know the Bouchers…”“But I do! Since you’re back in the country, you should get to know more people. Who knows? You might even meet your soulmate tonight!”“I’m a mother of three kids. What soulmate?” Maisie sighed.“Aww, Zee! Come on! Say you’ll go?”She could never win against Ryleigh. Thus, Maisie had no choice but to accompany her best friend.*****Mr. Boucher’s birthday banquet was held at the Regal Ballroom. The Bouchers were the real nobility here in t