The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508

Wesley’s mind clicked, and he nodded. “I see, no wonder you’ve been wearing a mask.”

‘Mr. Henry claimed to the media that Alice is his biological daughter, but she is a brunette and her facial features don’t give off any clue saying that she’s a mixed-blood. It’s only natural for her to be questioned if she hadn’t been wearing a mask.

He then thought of something and stared at them.” Then have you two known each other for a long time?”

Maisie shrugged while Nolan smiled bitterly.

After five minutes, Wesley sat himself down on the couch, and Quincy poured him a cup of coffee.

Nolan turned to look at him. “Wesley, is there an emergency?”

Wesley could not even care about taking a sip out of the mug as he had some urgent news to bring up. He forced himself to calm dowr

and replied, “It’s true that this is an emergency. My men heard that Prince Roger had brought the presidential election forward. Those people in the government, except my father and a few of my father’s colleagues, have all been bribed by the prince.”

Nolan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice sounded surprisingly calm. “They’re moving so quickly, huh?”

The election would not be taking place, at least not until the end of the month. He did not expect that Prince Roger had already had his hands this deep in such governmental matters and was able to push the election forward.

He was so blatant it was obvious he no longer cared about the Queen and the Millers.

“I didn’t expect Prince Roger to have the balls to do this too. Perhaps his forces are mature enough now.”

Wesley frowned. “If the person he chooses becomes the next president, the people of Stoslo will surely suffer.”

‘Roger is only a prince, and he’s already helping those nobles and unscrupulous businessmen in squeezing every single ounce of benefit out of the citizens of Stoslo. Not only did they increase taxation, but they also split the agricultural produce that the farmers had harvested among themselves. Apart from that, the land that the farmers have worked so hard to cultivate doesn’t even belong to them. At the end of the day, who wouldn’t want to see any changes?

‘These people are just cattle and donkeys who work for the nobles and the royalty.

Maisie put the teacup down. “What do the people think about this?”

Maisie was astounded. She returned to her senses slowly and curled her lips. “Don’t you want me to stay with you, Mr. Goldmann?”

She then stood up and fastened the ribbon around her waist before Nolan could respond. “Then I shall take my leave now.”

She walked past him, but he grabbed her hand,

Nolan dragged her into his arms and hugged her. The familiar scent and her soft body were all the things that he could think of day and night but did not dare to indulge too much in them.

Nolan rested his chin on her shoulder, and the warm air that came out of his nose brushed against her fair neck. “You’ve already delivered yourself to my doorstep. There’s no reason for me to send you back.”

Maisie was willing to stay with him-this alone was already a luxury to him.