Chapter 1796
However, a disagreeing voice appeared out of nowhere.
“But Mr. Knowles has disappeared in Haniston. Isn‘t this a little too coincidental ? Rumors have it that Ms. Livingston has always wanted Mr. Knowles to marry you, so I wonder if the Livingstons know about this matter?”
That implied that because Nollace had refused to marry her, it was very likely that the Livingstons had detained him after arriving in Haniston.
Zenovia‘s expression dimmed, and a hint of gloom flashed across her eyes as she looked at the female reporter who had just spoken.
“What are you talking about?” The female reporter sounded very firm.
“We only aim to get to the bottom of this issue.”
“So are you saying that you‘re suspecting the Livingstons?” Zenovia put on a smile, but there was not even a trace of hilarity in her eyes. “The Livingstons would never do such a thing. I can guarantee that in the name of the king‘s god–granddaughter.”
Zenovia asked her secretary to send those reporters away and walked into the Sunrise Hotel with a sulky expression. The two stainless–steel doors closed slowly as she stood in the elevator, and her hands clenched involuntarily.
‘Nollace must have deliberately directed the public‘s opinion toward the Livingstons. His disappearance must be part of his plan! But I won‘t admit defeat. I want him to know that even though the Livingstons are inferior to the Goldmanns, we‘re by means a family that he can bring down so easily!‘
She stepped out of the elevator and saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall. His head was lowered, and he was scrolling through his phone.
‘That figure and facial outline ... I saw him at the restaurant the other day. He‘s the eldest young master of the Goldmanns.’
Zenovia stepped forward. “Why are you here, Mr. Goldmann ?”
Colton turned and glanced at her. He knew that Zenovia had met Wayne before this and that she had regarded him as the eldest that she had seen the other day.
“I‘m here to show you something.”
Zenovia was puzzled.
Colton took a waiter‘s employee card out of his pocket, dangled it on his finger, and swung it in front of her. “Does this look familiar to you in any way?”
Colton crossed his arms, and his expression was unchanged.“ Then, has the king made a move on the Goldmanns for you?”
Zenovia was startled.
“I can guarantee you that the king won‘t go to great lengths to offend the Goldmanns for a god–granddaughter who‘s not even related to the royal family by blood. That‘s because before the king does so, he‘ll still have to consider the Hathaways‘ existence. That‘s why the Goldmanns have never taken any of your means seriously.”
Colton stopped in front of her and looked down at her embarrassed expression .
“The public will soon come at you.”
After he left, Zenovia rushed into the room and smashed her handbag on the couch in wrath. “Damn that f*cker!”
Her handbag touched the remote control accidentally, and the big television screen suddenly lit up, and a piece of news followed that
“According to the latest update, Ms. Zenovia Livingston might be the one who‘s come up with the necklace theft in order to direct the blame at the Goldmanns.”
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