The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 242

Chapter 242

I've already given them a chance, but it was the Vanderbilts who insisted on pushing their luck and forcing me to make a move. They tumed to drugs just to make me marry Jimmy, they blatantly wanted to snatch Vaenna without even the slightest bit of shame, and they even spread rumors on the Internet to tarnish my reputation.

'I was willing to help bail Uncle Yorick out of the precinct for father's sake, but they didn't even say a word of thanks as if that was my share to carry.

Did she just say that I'm cold blooded? Then I should live up to her expectations till the end of time! "Maisie, you're also one of the Vanderbilts. Are you just going to leave Hector to sink or swim?" Madam Vanderbilt had been forced into a comer by Maisie and started to feel anxious. She could no longer speak in a calm tone.

"Yes, not only will I leave him to sink or swim, but I'll also teach him a lesson. Besides, now that Hector has become this piece of crap, should you guys be held responsible? You guys have always doted on him and spoiled him blindly. He's been asking for it ever since he chose to follow the wrong path. I just couldn't bear to see him continue to develop in that direction and decided to give him a chance to reform." "W-What do you mean?" Madam Vanderbilt was bewildered for a moment.

Maisie's eyelashes twitched. "I was the person who reported Hector. And since a case has been established, then I suggest that you stop thinking that he can get away from prison. Let him undergo reformation in prison so that he can differentiate the wrong from the right."

Madam Vanderbilt was trembling and yelled, "Maisie Vanderbilt! You actually sent your cousin to prison. You b*tch! You really are up to something ominous. I warn you, if you don't get Hector out, I'll

*If you threaten me again, I have ways to keep him in there for the rest of his life. So whether you choose to behave yourselves or continue to cause me troubles, that's up to you. Anyway, Hector's fate is in'my hands." Maisie smirked. "I can make him suffer years less if I'm happy, but if you dare provoke me, I'll make sure that he won't get out ever again."

'Who doesn't know how to threaten others? I should really thank those people who once threatened me. They've taught me well.'

Maisie's words made Madam Vanderbilt realize something.

'Not only does she have Mr. Goldmann's power to rely on, but she'll never be soft-hearted whenever she puts on her game face. From the time we decided to challenge her limits repeatedly, we've fallen into her grasp.

'Maisie is really terrifying when she's set on being ruthless. As for Hector, he's ruined even after being released from prison.'

Maisie ended the call. She did not go soft, not budging from the beginning to the end. That was what they had forced her to do, after all. 1 Knowing the ways of that family, knowing that they would never let her go, the best way to keep them at bay was to force them into submission

"This family has spoiled Hector since he was a child. He's been brought to the precinct several times because of gambling and brawling with others before this, but he never repented. Since the people I hired found out about his drug trafficking behavior, it'd only be my responsibility to send him into prison to reform. So as not to allow him to grow out of control and even have the guts to murder someone in the future.'

Kennedy knocked on the door, walked in, and smiled. "Zee, someone wants to see you."

Immediately afterward, a figure appeared behind him.

Nolan walked out of the office of the administrative department. Quincy knew without asking that he must be heading downstairst o look for Ms. Vanderbilt.

He sometimes wondered whether Mr. Goldmann would feel unreconciled to be left out by his sweet wife while Ms. Vanderbilt was busy whipping her relatives who did not know their place into shape. The elevator door opened, and Rowena happened to run into them.

Rowena walked toward Nolan and gave off a faint smile. "Nolan, where are you going?"

Nolan narrowed his eyes and asked indifferently, "Why are you here?" "Mr. Goldmann Sr. asked me to bring you lunch, saying that you sometimes skip meals when you're busy," Rowena replied.