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Chapter 1766
Xyla turned to look at them. “If you didn‘t come back, Daisie would rush out.”
Daisie‘s face was steaming as she buried her head under the covers.
Yorrick laughed. “Stop teasing her. Are you going to calm her down if she cries?”
“I won‘t have to. She has someone to do that.”
Xyla walked toward Yorrick, held his arm, and looked at Nollace. “Take care of your future wife. We‘re leaving.”
Nollace nodded.
They were the only people left in the room.
Daisie popped her head out from under the covers and put one hand on the edge of the bed. A shadow loomed over her while a warm breath blew onto
her hair. “You‘re embarrassed?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer face was burning hot as she avoided his gaze. “What did Uncle Yorrick say to you?”
“Take a guess.”
“No.”
Nollace touched her hair and looked deep into her eyes. “He said that …” He leaned in and whispered into her ear.
Daisie laughed, then hit him. “Nollace!”
Nollace sat at the edge of the bed and laughed, not moving away.
That afternoon, at the Sunrise Hotel…
Juneau walked around the living room while the assistant walked in. He walked to him and lowered his head. “Mr. Livingston, it‘s done.”
Juneau frowned and double–confirmed . “You didn‘t leave any traces, did you?”
“No, the police would think that it‘s a normal breaking and entering that went wrong. We found people who
did time before and were owing money. They were willing to do anything if we paid them. Even if the police found them, they wouldn‘t link them back to you.”
Juneau chuckled. “Great.”
Lisa knew his secret and threatened him, so there was no way he would let her live. As such, he had quietly paid the people in the hospital to get rid of her.
He had paid them a sum of money and got them to create some fake evidence and alter the surveillance footage. To be careful, Juneau had his assistant get rid of them too.
Not long after the secretary left, Zenovia rushed in to see him.” Dad, let‘s go back to Haniston.”
Juneau, who was seated on the couch drinking coffee, looked up curiously. “Are you going to marry Nollace when you get back to Haniston?”
Zenovia remembered what Nollace had said to her and was uncertain. She grabbed her skirt and said, “He won‘t marry me, Dad, forget it.”
Nollace knew what her father had done. If he was forced, he would expose all that, and her family might become someone the public despised because of the
‘bad reputation‘.
When that happened, the ‘socialite‘ of Haniston would be a joke to everyone.
“Zenovia, are you not confident in yourself? Weren‘t there problems with Nollace and that Goldmann girl? All you need to do is be
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthere at his lowest so he can change his mind about
you.”
Zenovia‘s face dropped when she heard how easy her father thought it would be.
Even if she wanted to marry Nollace, now wouldn‘t be a good time. If the Livingstons fell, she wouldn‘t have anything to go against Daisie with.
But she would not sacrifice her future for what her father had done.
Two days later, Nollace brought Daisie home to see his mother.
Diana couldn‘t stop smiling when she saw that they were back together and pulled her next
to her. “You should come to visit me every day after this. That will make me happy.”
Daisie paused. “I wouldn‘t want to intrude.”
“No, not at all. I look forward to it.” The more Diana looked at
her, the more she liked her, but she felt differently toward her son.
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