The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 25

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.

Mr. Baldwin 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 her sudden reaction.

Maisie patted her chest and placed the juice back down, then she smiled and said, “Sorry about that, I haven’t eaten anything yet. My tummy is acting up. Do you mind if we have something to nibble on?”

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

Willow felt irritated for being bossed around, but she held it in. Obediently, she went to call the waiter.

Maisie turned her gaze to Sergio. “Mr. Baldwin, could you pick a song for me? How about’ Sweet Dreams’.”