The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 779

Chapter 779

Wait a minute... If that's so...

'Back then, she brought my appointment forward when I had an appointment with Soul Jewelry. She must have already known who ! was back then.'

In a trance, Katrina thought of the delivery that had come to her door.

'Maisie's assistant left halfway to go to the bathroom, which makes the whole thing seem way strange.' Now that she thought about it, she finally understood that they had always been on the same side! At the Blue Bay villa...

Nolan was about to depart for the company. He stopped at the entrance,

buttoning his cuff with one hand while asking Maisie to tie his tie for him. Maisie muttered in dissatisfaction, "You deliberately tore my clothes again. Do you really want me to get to work naked?"

Nolan wrapped his arms around her waist, looked down at the shirt that she had on, which belonged to him, and rubbed her ears. "You can wear mine, can't you?"

"I'm serious. I have to go out today." Maisie evaded his body. Seeing that she was in a hurry, he put on a slightly earnest expression and a slight smile on the corners of his lips. "I'll ask Saydie to bring you some clothes."

"You're quite good at ordering others around, huh?" "You're mine, and your employees have to listen to me too." He lowered his head,

intending to kiss her.

However, Maisie lifted her finger to block his restless lips. "Get going already. Didn't you just say that you're already running late?" Nolan narrowed his eyes and stroked her hair reluctantly. "I really wish that I could insert you into my pocket and bring you along with me all the time."

Maisie chuckled. "I'll pass. I think I'd die if I were to be around you all day, every day."

Nolan laughed.

He took the suit jacket and draped it over one of his arms, turned around, and walked out the door.

Saydie brought Maisie a few sets of clothes at noon. She then went out with Saydie after changing into her new clothes. She had promised Madam Nera to watch an opera play with her at the Golden Garden Theater. It was not appropriate for her to stand Madam Nera up.

The Green Garden Theater was located on Hobblestone Street in the administrative district of Bassburgh.

In particular, many elderly of prestigious backgrounds and identities liked to go to the Green Garden Theater to watch theater performances. Both Richard and Madam Nera were regular guests of the theater. Madam Nera's reserved seats were located on the second floor. The second floor had a better view, and not only could the spectators see the stage, but they could also see the unique interior structure of the entire Green Garden Theater.

Maisie did not know much about opera, but she still sat there quietly and listened to the performance.

Madam Nera looked at her and asked, "Will it be too boring for you to accompany me here for an opera show?"

Maisie smiled. "Why would it be boring? I think it's quite interesting."

Madam Nera poured herself a cup of tea and sighed. “Nowadays, very few youngsters like to listen to operas and plays."

Maisie looked at the screen of her phone from time to time as she recorded the play and sent the entire recording to Ryleigh. (Save me!)

"Ryleigh learned opera when she was a child, so she should know a thing or two.'

After a while, Ryleigh replied to her message.

What do you want me to do? And since when did you become so sophisticated that you would go to the opera?] [I came with Madam Nera.)

When Ryleigh replied to her text again, Maisie quietly turned off her cell phone screen. Seeing that Madam Nera was always watching the audience, she said," This is a play known as Serse or Xerses in English. If I'm not mistaken, it was originally sung by Serse, the king of Persia, in honor of a plane tree and its shade. It has a plot of jealousy, infidelity, and treachery, resulting in a bravura music cocktail." Madam Nera turned to look at her. "You do know your opera."

Maisie gave off an awkward but polite grin.

'It seems that Ryleigh can still be quite a useful friend during such critical

moments. I can finally understand a thing or two about what's going on on the stage now.'

All of a sudden, her eyes were fixed on the opposite side of the opera box, and she saw a man hugging a woman, both of whom looked like they were in their 40s or 50s.

There was nothing wrong with witnessing a n old couple showing off their affection for each other. Maisie was about to look away when she realized that they did not seem to be showing off.