The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 2512

Chapter 2512

Meanwhile, Norman brought them some snacks and juice.

Leia took a glass of juice and approached Freyja. “Did you see Norman’s mother’s eyes when she looked at you?”

Leia could see that Isabelle did not like Freyja from her eyes. However, she did not tell Freyja about it since she did not want Freyja to think too much.

Freyja let out a smile. She had realized it as well. “Maybe it’s because she knows my mother. My mother used to mingle with them in the past.”

That being said, she knew that her mother did not have a good relationship with any of them, and this could be proven by the fact that none of them had visited or mentioned her mother ever since she was sent to prison.

If Isabelle could recognize her, she could understand why she did not like her.

Leia tried to comfort her and said, “No matter what your mother did, it has nothing to do with you. So don’t think too much.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. After all, we’re friends.”

While both of them were talking, Norman came over and asked if they wanted to go dancing. Freyja pushed Leia forward and said, “You should go join them. I’ll just stay here.”

Leia looked at her and said, “But I can’t leave you alone.”

Freyja smiled. “If I dance with another man, I may have big trouble coaxing my husband at home if he gets jealous.”

It was only then Leia remembered that Freyja was married. She said, “Alright, then. You stay here and wait for me.”

Freyja nodded.

“He’s Mr. Lancell’s son, but he’s also the future successor of the Lancells.”

“That’s something that will only happen in the future. We’ll only talk about the present. If your friend really thought you’re that important, why would he leave you alone here?” the man said as he grabbed Freyja’s arm.

Freyja tried to break herself free from the man but to no avail. Her face sank, and she said, “Don’t you think it’s embarrassing to harass a woman at a banquet while you’re drunk?”

“No woman has ever dared to reject me,” the man said sarcastically as he dragged her. “If you want to shout to get help, you can do it now. But I don’t think you have the guts to do that. I know exactly what you want, so drop the act. Don’t worry. I’ll give you money.”

Freyja glanced at the ashtray on the table and stretched her hand to reach for it. Suddenly, a voice rang out. “Well, well, well, are you drunk, Mr. Andrews? Do you need me to remind you where you are right now?”

It was Rory.

Mr. Andrews hastily released Freyja. It was only now that he saw Freyja was holding an ashtray in her hand, and he frowned. However, he did not say anything since Rory was there.