The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 682

Chapter 682

Maisie took a closer look, only to realize that the man's figure looked somewhat familiar.

It was not until they came upstairs that Maisie managed to recognize him. She did not recognize him at first sight, probably because he was wearing a suit. 'That man is Francisco.

'After not seeing him for three years, he has indeed become calmer and more confident, his temperament has become much tougher, and he's now exuding a more mature aura.'

Francisco then saw her, and his expression looked slightly surprised. "Little... Little goddess?"

Maizie was stunned and looked in the direction of his gaze.

'It's Maisie Vanderbilt?'

"Francisco, it's been a long time." Maisie introduced him to Madam Nera in a poised manner, "Grandma, this is the second young heir of the Bouchers."

Madam Nera smiled and nodded at him.

Francisco only seemed to have a calm and mature temperament when he was not speaking, and he seemed to have gone back to being like who he was three years ago as soon as he started speaking. "Is she your grandmother?"

Francisco then nodded politely. "It's nice to see you, Madam."

Madam Nera chuckled. "I've heard a lot about Mr. Boucher, but this is my first time meeting him in person. He looks quite handsome."

Francisco looked a little embarrassed. "You're flattering me, Madam."

Looking at Francisco's attentiveness, Maizie thought of the phrase he had just used to address Maisie, which sounded extremely intimate and strange. "Francisco, are you one of Mrs. Goldmann's old flames? She's married to Mr. Goldmann now, and they even have three children. Please don't tell me that you still haven't gotten over her?"

However, such casual statements were usually those that could easily make others misunderstand.

Maisie's expression dimmed slightly, but Francisco expressed his displeasure before she could say anything. "Do you know what kind of horsesh*t you're blabbering about?"

Maizie replied innocently, "Did I say anything wrong? But either way, I wouldn't mind even if you had a romantic past with Mrs. Goldmann."

Maisie chuckled. "Ms. Hannigan, it seems like not only do you not filter what food you should put into your mouth, but you also don't filter the things that come out of it?"

"What makes you think I don't filter my words?" Maizie refuted confidently, "If the two of you don't share a romantic past, how could Mr. Boucher know you after staying in the training camp for so long?"

Everyone else laughed after she said this while Maisie snorted. "What a coincidence. I was in the training camp three years ago. Moreover, not only did I meet Mr. Boucher there, but I also got to know a lot of people other than him in the training camp. So, if we were to go with your logic, would I have had a romantic past with everyone I got to know in the training camp?"

Maisie used Maizie's word to retort, and the latter's expression became a little annoyed.

At that moment, Madam Nera asked Maisie meaningfully, "This girl looks rather unfamiliar to me. Which family is she from?" Maizie interrupted the conversation before Maisie could answer to save her prestige and reputation, "I'm, of course, from the Hannigans."

A hint of arrogance and condescension could be sensed between the words that came out of her mouth.

'She's Maisie Vanderbilt, an ordinary woman who's so lucky that she found her fate intertwined with Mr.

Goldmann's. If it weren't for her title as the missus of the Goldmanns, she would actually be a nobody when being compared to the Hannigans.'

Madam Nera picked up her teacup and said casually, "It turns out that she's Nathaniel's daughter. So it's true that the

Hannigans can't even teach their daughter properly. It's no wonder their business empire isn't looking too good recently. Furthermore, his son isn't very fond of him, so he can only rely on the Santiagos' suppor after his son's marriage and the Santiagos' daughter."

"What do you mean by that?" Maizie was irritated and immediately disregarded whether the other party was elderly or not. " Your granddaughter is who she is now only because she's lucky. All she did was get to Mr. Goldmann before any other woman could. The Vanderbilts would literally be nothing nowadays if it weren't for Mr. Goldmann's prestige. So how dare you talk about us Hannigans here?"

The guests around them all peeped over and witnessed the whole exciting charade as if they had bought the VIP ticket to a Broadway theatrical play.

Francisco wanted to defend Maisie, but Madam Nera had already put her teacup down gracefully and snorted. "Did I ask you to speak?"

Maizie was shocked by Madam Hera's resolute and vigorous temperament, became silent, and took a step backward.

Madam Nera had been the chairman of Taylor Jewelry for so many years-it would have been impossible for her to secure her position in the company if she did not have the confidence and talents.