Chapter 713
At this time, Xyla received a text message on her cell phone.
(Ms. Mayweather, are you interested in joining forces to deal with Soul?]
Xyla squinted her eyes as she was baffled by the text message.
(Who are you?]
The other party replied almost instantly.
(Meet me at Thumbs-Up Cafe at noon if you want to know the answer to this question.)
At noon, Xyla departed from Royal Crown and drove toward Thumbs-Up Cafe.
The other party acted so enigmatically that it had piqued Xyla’s curiosity too. She happened to be
curious about who the other party was and what conflict it had with Soul.
Arriving at the cafe, she pushed the door open, and a woman sitting on the second floor waved at her
with a smile.
Xyla came upstairs, came to the place where the woman was waiting, and took off her sunglasses. “Are
you the person who sent the text to me?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaizie lifted her hand. “Ms. Mayweather, please take a
seat. Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Maizie Hannigan.”
Xyla pulled out a chair, sat down, looked at her, and went straight to the point. “I don’t know what the
conflict between you and Soul is, but what do you mean by that message?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Ms. Mayweather.” Maizie gave off a faint smile. “I invited you here because I
sincerely want to join forces with you.”
Xyla ran each and every word that came out of Maizie’s mouth before taking them in while Maizie took a
sip of coffee.
“I don’t hold a grudge against Soul, but I do have a personal grudge against Maisie Vanderbilt.
“I’ve seen the news. It’s said that Soul rejected your offer three times, Ms. Mayweather.”
“It’s not wise to invite me to be part of your personal grievance with Mr. Goldmann’s wife?”
Xyla did not trust Maizie, and Maizie could see that, so she smiled calmly. “You might not have any
grievances against Maisie Vanderbilt, but you definitely do when it comes to Ryleigh Hill, don’t you? After
all, Mr. Lucas is your ex.”
The smile on Xyla’s face became slightly more restrained, but she did not respond to that.
Maizie looked at her. “To be honest, I don’t like that hypocritical woman, and I almost certainly don’t like
her best friend, Ryleigh. Maisie Vanderbilt has the guts to act so presumptuously in Bassburgh just
because she is married to Mr. Goldmann. Apart from Mr. Goldmann, she even managed to charm the
second young heir of the Bouchers and Mr. Lucas.”
Xyla frowned as she understood what Maizie meant.” The Goldmanns have had a close relationship with
the Bouchers since the beginning of time. Maisie is now the missus of the Goldmanns, so isn’t it normal
for the Bouchers to take her side? As for Louis, he and Ryleigh Hill are engaged, so why is it strange
even if Maisie knows him well?”
“Do you really think that Maisie got to know Mr. Lucas through Ryleigh? As far as I know, Ryleigh hadn’t
gotten engaged to Mr. Lucas yet when Maisie first got in touch with Mr. Lucas.”
Xyla was in a daze, as if she was analyzing everything that Maizie uttered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm‘I know that Maisie is currently the missus of the Goldmanns, and Ryleigh is her life-long best friend. And
she’s also the top jewelry designer, Zora of Stoslo.
“I thought that Louis would only know Maisie through Ryleigh, but I didn’t expect her to have met him
before Ryleigh got engaged to him
A glimmer of pride flashed across Maizie’s eyes.” Maisie is a woman who’s born with a flirtatious and
seductive appearance, so if the young heirs of the Bouchers can’t help but take her side, why won’t Mr.
Lucas do the same?”
Xyla’s expression gradually turned cold. “Ms.
Hannigan, are you saying that Mrs. Goldmann would want a piece of Louis, snatching her best friend’s
fiance from her?”
Maizie thought she had begun to trust her. “Majsie isn’t the innocent woman that you think she is. She
would even go on a date with the second young heir of the Bouchers behind Mr. Goldmann’s back. Is
there anything else that she won’t do?”
“Do you have any evidence to back that up?”
Maizie took a photo out of her handbag. She had kept one of the photos that she had handed to Nolan
back then