The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 2042

Chapter 2042

The next day, Daisie looked for Waylon in the room next to hers. She was about to knock when she realized the door was not exactly closed. She peered through the lean crack and saw Waylon talking to a man in front of his window.

“You sure that was Neal Beck?” The man nodded.

“Yes. I dug a little deeper, too. All they know it‘s that he‘s some sort of VIP Cameron Southern met while conducting business abroad. He was obviously very well regarded, considering how Mr. Southern later made him the governor of The Commune traditionally The Serpents‘ territory.”

Waylon narrowed his eyes.

‘Neal Beck... A stranger the Southern heir brought home.‘ Had he not already known Nollace was rescued by Cameron, he would have never suspected ‘Neal Beck‘ to be a pseudonym.

This Neal had to be Nollace.

“Please continue your work. See if you can gather more useful information.” The man gave a small nod.

“Understood.”

Daisie ducked behind the wall the moment the man turned. When the door was yanked open, she came out of hiding and assumed the pretense of having just arrived. “Hey, Waylon!”

Waylon shifted his attention to her. He could not stifle his laughter. “You‘re actually giving your big brother‘s future some thought!”

Daisie wrapped her arms around his. “And that‘s only because you‘re my big brother! Plus, there‘s also that lady who‘s on her way to being a spinster, Florence Serrano. We gotta worry about it. I think she has her eyes set on you, but I‘m not about to let just any woman become my sister–in–law. Especially not someone so massively unqualified as her!”

There was no way they could avoid crossing paths with Florence—they had already offended her. Meanwhile, Cameron looked to be around their age, and he did not seem like a nasty person to boot. Not only could they count on him for cooperation, but he could be the shield defending Waylon from Florence‘s advances.

Waylon saw through her thoughts almost a little too handily. He pinched her nose as though he could not believe her. “Do you know what your plan entails? I‘m gonna have to flatter someone‘s ego for it to work!”

Daisie cracked out a grin. “Well, if we‘re gonna rely on him a little, then what‘s the harm in flattering our ally‘s ego?” A few days passed... Cameron slept all the way to the afternoon before a commotion from downstairs stirred him. He heard approaching footsteps shuffling to a stop right outside the draping curtains, which separated Cameron‘s quarter from the world outside. The maid reported, “Mr. Serrano had come to talk to Mr. Southern.” Cameron sat up. Long, raven–black hair spread out like a tapestry from his head. “What‘s he doing here?”