The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 25 

Sergio smiled and nodded. “That is correct. Knowing that Miss Vanderbilt had returned to Vaenna Jewelry, I was hoping for a chance to collaborate, with you, specifically.”

Willow sneered mockingly. Sergio Baldwin was 49 years old and turning 50. The son he had with his ex-wife had only just turned 18. Rumour had it that he never learned to keep it in his pants and had one too many women on the side. Eventually, his ex-wife had snapped and asked for a divorce.

On Sergio had met Maisie during Stephen’s birthday banquet a few years back, and since then, h e could not get her off of his mind. He would even ask Willow about her every now then. Because of that, Willow had Maisie drugged the last time just to give Mr. Baldwin a chance to bag her. It was a pity he had let that opportunity slide.

“Because of me?” Maisie chortled. “Mr. Baldwin, hearing you say that flatters me.”

“Zee, Mr. Baldwin admires your talent,” explained Willow while she poured Mr. Baldwin a glass of wine and handed it to him. “Mr. Baldwin, for your generosity of providing Vaenna an advertising platform and investing in the company, as the director of Vaenna, I would like to give a toast to you.” 1

“Well, when you put it like that, cheers!” Mr. Baldwin was feeling festive. He chugged down the entire glass of wine in one breathe.

Willow looked at Maisie. “Zee, I know you don’t drink, so I ordered a juice for you instead.” Holding up the two glasses of juice, she handed the one on her right to Maisie.

had prepared the juice and had specifically told her that the glass on the left was “clean”. Maisie took the juice from Willow‘s hand and lifted the glass against her lips, gently tilting it downward. But before the juice touched her lips, a wave of nausea suddenly hit her, and she gagged. Sergio and Willow were stunned by

back down, then she smiled and said, “Sorry about that, I haven’t eaten anything yet. My tummy

taken aback for a moment, then nodded understandingly. “Yes, of course. Willow, g o get the

being bossed around, but she held it in. Obediently, she went to call the

could you pick a song for me?

“Sure, as you wish.”

the little lamb was already in the lion’s den. There was no way she could escape. As Mr. Baldwin got up

second after she swapped

saw Maisie sipping on the juice, her eyes lit with

ordered some food for you. Why don’t you drink the juice after you’ve eaten? After all, a chilled drink on an empty stomach is bad for you.”

were empty, and most of

phone suddenly rang. She stood with her phone in her hand ‘Excuse me, I have to take