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Chapter 571
Maisie’s face was pale. She lowered her head and took the golden ring out of her pocket. “This is what my
grandfather left for me. That man said that my grandfather was still alive!”
She grabbed Nolan’s arm. “Nolan Goldmann, you lied to me, didn’t you? My grandfather may still be alive, he isn’t
dead yet!” ‘I have only one relative left. Since he could set up a plot to confuse us, he should be fine.’
Nolan hugged her tightly again. “Zee, I know you feel bad about this, but it’s already very obvious why your
grandfather gave you the ring of the de Armas.”
Maisie was astounded, and she could not help but tightly clench her hands stuck between her body and his warm
chest.
‘That’s right, why would Grandpa ask the man to pass me the ring that represents the status of the patriarch or
matriarch of the de Armas? It is because he wants me to inherit his identity!’
Maisie did not know why she felt sad. Even though she did not have much contact with her grandfather three years
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtago, maybe it was because they were relatives.
He was her grandfather, a relative who was related to her by blood apart from her biological father.
The night sky outside the window was dark, and the lights in the house were dim. Nolan hugged Maisie from behind,
his chin resting on top of her head while he held her soft, smooth hand in the palm of his hand.
He then said in a hoarse voice, “Zee.”
“Huh?” Maisie responded to him languidly while her eyes were fixed on the windowsill. “I’ll stay here with you.”
Nolan lifted her black hair and kissed the back of her ear. “We’ll go home after we take care of all the matters here.
The children miss you very much.”
Maisie turned around and glanced at him. “What identity will I go back with when I return with you?”
Nolan chuckled. “Of course, you’ll return as my wife.”
Maisie snorted softly. “Everyone in Zlokova knows that you’ve divorced me. How embarrassing would it be if I were
to go back with you this time around?”
Nolan’s tall and broad body came in front of her, and he kissed her affectionately. “Then I’ll say that I’m the one
who begged you to come back.”
He then smirked. “I don’t care how embarrassing it’ll be.”
On the day Nolan was discharged from the hospital, reporters waited for him outside the entrance. In fear that the
reporters would crush Maisie, Nolan grabbed her hand tightly, walked with her by his side, and protected her with
his body.
The reporters only asked him about his condition and did not ask anything about Maisie. In the pictures and video
recordings, Nolan looked as if he had had enough time to recharge his batteries-his complexion had recovered and
looked ruddy.
He then took Maisie into the car after calmly answering all the reporters’ questions.
Maisie loosened her collar after they got into the car, and the obvious hickeys on her neck made her blush.
Nolan saw that she took the liquid foundation and concealer out of her bag to cover them up, and he grinned
through the corners of his lips. “What’s there to cover?”
Maisie glared at him and muttered, “Your brutal mouth just doesn’t know how to restrain itself.”
He smirked silently.
Back at the East Island Villa, a strange man was sitting on the couch, drinking tea.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe man’s attire was very tasteful. The grayish-green casual suit he had on was not from any common luxury
brand but custom-made. He looked as if he was around Nolan’s age.
He looked unfamiliar to Maisie, but he was no stranger to Nolan.
The man put down the teacup and raised his head.
His gaze looked harmless, but it was particularly sharp when he was staring at someone, and a wide smile emerged
on his originally calm face.” Congratulations on your discharge.”
“Why are you here?” Nolan looked at Quincy, motioning him to bring Maisie upstairs first. Maisie also understood
the signal and followed Quincy upstairs.
The man glanced at Maisie and smiled at Nolan.” She’s the woman for whom you blocked the bullet three years
ago, isn’t she?”
Nolan walked to the couch, sat down, and crossed his legs without answering his question. “Why have you come to
visit me?”
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