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Chapter 1780
Noilace was eerily calm. After a long while, he put the document aside. “Her scheme didn’t work this time
around, but she won’t give up so easily.”
Edison added, “But Madam has ordered the precinct to forbid Ms. Livingston from seeing the waiter.”
Noilace raised his head slowly and chuckled. “The situation would be different if she were to manage to
obtain the king’s permission.”
Edison suddenly stopped talking.
At White Ivy Palace...
Zenovia met the king to talk about the grievances she had faced at the auction.
William sat behind his desk, reading through some documents, and frowned, “since the police have started
an investigation, what are you worried about?”
She pursed her lips and explained, “I only wish to know more about the progress of the investigation, but
Mrs. Knowles stopped me from doing so.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWilliam lifted his head. “Diana stopped you?”
Zenovia pretended to be aggrieved. “I don’t know why Mrs.
Knowles would stop me from investigating the matter. All I want is to get to the bottom of the incident. After all,
that necklace is very important to me as it’s a relic from my grandmother.”
William tapped on the table with his fingers. He knew his daughter well enough to know she would not have ordered
the precinct to stop Zenovia from investigating the theft for no reason.
He rubbed his temples. “You can leave now. As for the precinct, I‘11 get someone to keep you informed.”
Zenovia nodded and stepped back with a grin.
She walked out of the palace, and Edison, who was approaching her, stopped her. “Ms. Livingston, the young
master wants to see you.”
Zenovia felt a little panic deep down upon seeing Edison.
‘I know him. He’s the person who works right next to Nollace! ’
Without waiting for her refusal, Edison turned sideways and added expressionlessly, “Ms. Livingston, please don’t
keep the young master waiting.”
She pretended to be calm and followed Edison toward the garden.
Nollace was standing next to a white pavilion with a golf club in his hand. He then swung the club and hit the ball.
The ball dropped precisely at a hole not far away, rolled a little, and fell into the hole.
She stepped into the pavilion and greeted him with a smile. “Mr. Knowles, are you looking for me?”
Nollace’s expression looked unconcerned. “Did you go to today’s auction?”
Zenovia understood something in an instant and looked around. The palace guards could be seen all around, so
Noilace should not be able to do anything to her. “What’s wrong? Did Ms. Vanderbilt complain to you that I wronged
her?”
Nollace casually straightened the golf ball without raising his head.
“Is it really a misunderstanding?”
“Mr. Knowles, I know you don’t like me, but have you taken my feelings into consideration before asking me
that question? It was my belongings that got stolen, not hers. I’ve already apologized to her, so what more
do you want me to do?”
Zenovia acted magnanimously and naturally as if she had never tried to frame Daisie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNollace hit the ball, placed the club next to him, and turned around to look at her. His gaze looked gloomy
and cold. “Have you read the Juvenile Protection Law before? When all the crimes that Mr. Livingston
committed throughout the years add up, he’s looking at imprisonment for more than just several years.”
Zenovia’s hands, which were resting on the sides, clenched tightly. “What do you mean by that?”
He laughed. “It’s a good call to report your father in order to protect the Livingstons’ reputation. I heard that
you’ve hired a top lawyer in Haniston to defend your father, and you’re aiming to decrease the punishment
as much as possible, am I right?”
Zenovia’s expression froze for a moment, and her shoulders could not help but tremble.
Noilace handed the club to Edison and walked up to her. “Do you think that as long as your father goes to
prison, I’ll have nothing to threaten the Livingstons with?”
Zenovia stepped back subconsciously and roared with bloodshot eyes, “Nollace Knowles, are you trying to
force me to death?
“Must you do this for Daisie? The Goldmanns look just like a group of arrogant b*stards, so why would they
willingly help you stabilize your company’s foothold? All you value are the benefits that the Goldmanns can
provide you with, don’t you? I too can provide you with the same thing, so why won’t you consider me!?”
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