All Chapters of The Three Little Guardian Angels: Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

Barbara’s lawyer chuckled. “The family members of the offenders were also present when the verdict was being passed. Since the verdict didn’t sit well with the family members of the offenders, why has it been delayed until today?”Mrs. Salvadore looked at the judge. “We were present at the time, but Ms. Chase’s family background isn’t something that ordinary families like us can compare to. We’ve always wanted to launch an appeal too, but Ms. Chase has changed her name and gone into hiding these few years. We couldn’t locate her, so how did you expect us to launch an appeal for the case?”The judge dropped the gavel, and the courtroom filled with constant chatter became dead silent in an instant. “Can I have the defendant explain this situation to me?”Barbara’s lawyer stood up and motioned for someone to hand him a laptop. “It just so happens that I have a piece of evidence of the incident in my possession. Why don’t we let the plaintiff take a look at it?”The staff put the lapto

Maisie looked at her. “So, are you suspecting something?”Barbara looked out the window. “I suspect that the owner of the Glitz Club may have something to do with the forces behind Peter Zhivkov, but I’m not sure if they’re on the same side.”Barbara added upon thinking of something, “The manager that received me on the night when Katrina offended Peter Zhivkov obviously hid something from me.”Later that night, at the Blue Bay villa…“Do you know who’s the owner behind the Glitz Club?”Nolan’s hand, which was flipped through the documents in front of him, stopped abruptly, and he looked up at Maisie, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and applying her night cream.“The owner of the Glitz Club?”Maisie looked at him through the mirror. “Yes.”Nolan narrowed his eyes. “Why would you want to know about him?”After Maisie was done, she walked over to Nolan and sat down. “I’m just curious. It’s said that the owner of the Glitz Club is a very enigmatic man. Barbara has

When she got into the car, Saydie said, “Go straight to the black market. They might still be suspicious.”Gerald asked the driver to drive and got a call from Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann, yes, Mr. Zhivkov has taken the money, alright. Okay.”At Blackgold…Nolan put down his phone, and Quincy, who was standing at one side, asked, “Did Mr. Zhivkov suspect anything?”“He wouldn’t suspect Gerald, but he has to believe that no one is behind Gerald to be safe.”Quincy scoffed. “He’s actually quite smart.”Nolan chuckled. “If he weren’t smart, he wouldn’t be where he is today. This batch of goods had to change hands quickly because he didn’t want to be caught. The people behind him wouldn’t take such a risk.”Quincy understood. The Bouchers wanted the goods to get into an accident before it was pushed into the black market so that they could get Zhivkov and the people behind him. Once Zhivkov was investigated, the people behind him wouldn’t be able to get away either. Quincy remembered som

Peter rubbed his hands with a smile on his face. “My boss asks if you want to work for him. Do you want to? I can speak to Gerald after this.”Saydie was expressionless. “I don’t switch employers.”Peter tried to lure her. “What if our boss double what Gerald is paying?”Saydie looked into the car. The man’s face was hidden in the shadows. He wore a suit, and the veins on the back of his hands were obvious. She guessed that he was between his 40s and 50s.She said, “Gerald saved my life, so I won’t betray him no matter how much the pay is.”Meg scoffed and walked forward to slap Saydie’s face gently. “Gerald is just a small boss in the black market. You should appreciate that Mr. Grant is letting you work for him, little girl, do you get it— Ah!”Saydie grabbed Meg’s wrist and bent it. Meg was in so much pain she couldn’t even stand, so she yelled, “Mr. Zhivkov, help me… This b*tch… It hurts!”Everyone looked over. Peter was going to say something when Saydie put in more force

The man chuckled. “He is just a pawn, so he has to bear the consequences when something happens. I guess he wants to run away.”The bodyguard asked, “We—”“Get Katrina to trick the man to the club. We have his son, so he won’t run away.”…The truck drove to the border of Asperia with Saydie and the men trapped at the back with the goods. The few men were Gerald’s and had different degrees of injury. Only Saydie had a scratch that wasn’t deep or shallow. She quickly got out of the ropes that bound her and turned on her phone, which had a weak signal in the dark, “Are you all alright?” she asked. They all answered. Saydie got up. “Does anyone have a flashlight?”“Yes,” One man answered weakly and passed the flashlight to her. Saydie held it in her hand and then walked in front of the goods. The crates were for wine. She pulled out her switchblade and cracked one open.A man with short hair who was not severely injured walked next to her and helped her shine the light. “W