The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 127

Maisie laid the phone down on the desk and turned on the speaker.

Leila’s voice floated out.

“Maisie, your grandma wants to see you...” When the call ended, Kennedy was worried.

“Do you think Madam Vanderbilt wants to see you because they have some plan? Do you want me to go with you?” 3 Maisie smiled.

“No, Uncle Kennedy.

There’s a lot to be done at the studio.

Madam Vanderbilt and Leila wouldn’t be too much of a problem.” Maisie arrived at Sunrise Restaurant.

It was odd that Madam Vanderbilt and Leila hadn’t asked her to return to the Vanderbilt manor but wanted to meet her here instead.

What could be the reason? 1 She saw Madam Vanderbilt and Leila sitting behind the table when she got into the room.

“Grandma, you asked to see me?” Madam Vanderbilt wasn’t happy at all, seeing that Maisie wasn’t showing her respect and had a cold attitude.

“I heard that your father has transferred the ownership of Vaenna to you?” Maisie paused, curious.

“Why didn’t I know about that? Doesn't Vaenna belong to Willow now?” She looked toward Leila while answering.

Leila was quiet and looked at her with a complicated look.

Was there a hint of...

resentment? Madam Vanderbilt scoffed and said, “Even though Vaenna is a company founded by your mother, it’s under us Vanderbilts now.

It belongs to us.

“You’re just a woman.

You'll marry one day, and Vaenna will be none of your business then.

I won’t agree if your father changed his will so that you inherit it.” Madam Vanderbilt’s speech surprised Maisie.

Madam Vanderbilt just wanted Vaenna.

She wouldn’t give it up to either Maisie or Willow.

Leila was just using her to push Maisie back.

When Maisie gave up, and when the old woman passed on, Vaenna would belong to her daughter.

Maisie and Madam Vanderbilt stared at each other, their lips pressed tight.

“You’re threatening me with your death? But why do you think I would be affected by your passing?” “You really are exactly like your mother!” Madam Vanderbilt sounded sarcastic, obviously unhappy with this attitude she shared with her mother.

Maisie’s face was sunken.

“Too bad my mother passed too soon, or else she might just have made you implode.” “Maisie! Is that how you speak to your elders?” Madam Vanderbilt’s anger was at its peak.

She almost threw a bowl on the table, but she held back when she remembered that she wasn’t at home.