The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598

Many Blackgold employees were discussing the news.

“It’s said that Mr. Goldmann left Blackgold three years ago because he was gravely ill. I wonder what kind of illness he has. It’s so serious that he even lost his memory.”

“No wonder I heard that Mr. Goldmann was late at the meeting yesterday afternoon because he went to the wrong meeting room. And it was a cleaner who showed him the way.”

A female employee who was putting on makeup in front of the mirror looked at them. “The conference room that Mr. Goldmann went to was converted into a reception room a few years ago, and Mr. Goldmann was the one who ordered the change back then.”

‘He can’t even remember the conference room that he gave the order to change. Did he lose his memory, or has he lost his soul?’

Another female employee sighed. “His wife ran into a n accident three years ago, he lost his wife and became seriously ill, and has now lost his memory. Nothing worse could happen to anyone else already.”

At the administrative office…

Nolan flung a magazine under the desk backhandedly and lifted his hand to cover his forehead, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing. “What do they mean b

y losing my wife?”

Quincy had no choice but to pick up the magazine.

“What Mr. Goldmann cares about is the statement of him losing his wife?’

“Mr. Goldmann, that doesn’t seem to be the point…”

“They’re cursing my wife.” Nolan tapped the desk with a gloomy expression. “Isn’t that still not the point?”

Quincy hesitated before he wanted to speak up, but the door of the office was pushed open at that moment, and Nicholas walked in with a golden cane.” Didn’t I ask Quincy to bring you around the company to get acquainted with our internal structure yesterday? And you’re giving me such news now?”

Nolan leaned against the back of his seat, fidgeting the pen in his hand but did not speak. Nicholas said in a deep voice, “I told you that Blackgold isn’t the company that you knew when you first took over. You should get to know Blackgold if you don’t remember anything about it, starting from the basics. Do you know how many proposals and contracts have been sent to the company ever since the news came out?”

Nolan frowned, and his eyes dimmed.

Quincy wanted to report this to Nolan, but he never had a chance to speak up.

“Six companies have sent contracts to us, two of which were once Blackgold’s rivals, and one of them is on the verge of going bankrupt . They’re just trying to take advantage of your memory loss to fool you into doing charity.”