The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2185


    Chapter 2185 Cameron was rather smart but could also sometimes be very confused. However, when


    faced with life–and–death situations, she was always a calm and rational person, but she seemed to


    lose her cool very easily and often when she was in front of him. Waylon stretched out his hand, tucked


    the locks and strands of hair that were covering her face behind her auricle with his fingertips, and


    squinted slightly. “Good for you, getting to sleep so soundly.”


    A ray of sunlight beamed into the room through the window, prated through the gap in the curtains,


    and reflected onto the couch. Cameron slowly opened her eyes, recalled something, and sat up


    abruptly.


    She removed the nket covering her, looked around, and suddenly remembered the purpose of her


    visit to Waylon‘s roomst night. It was obvious that she had not only fallen asleep in his room but also


    forgotten what she wanted to talk to him about.


    Cameron walked up to the door and opened it, and that was when two maids who passed by the


    corridor stared at her in surprise. “Young mast, Youngdy?” “Morning.” She bit the bullet, greeted


    them, and quickly returned to her room. The two maids took a closer look at the room where she came


    out from, covered their mouths, and giggled. “It seems that the rumor is true.” “The youngdy had


    already had an unusual rtionship with Mr. Goldmann when she was still the young master. How


    could this be fake?” “I didn‘t expect Mr. Southern Sr. to get himself a son–inw through this series of


    incidents.”


    At 10:00 a.m., seeing that there was no one downstairs, Cameron took advantage of this window to


    rush downstairs. And just as she was about to reach the door, Sunny‘s voice came from behind.


    “Where are you going?” She was astonished, rubbed her nose, and turned around. “I‘m going out to


    grab something to


    eat.”


    He ced the newspaper down on the table and sat on the couch. “Are we not feeding you enough at


    home?”


    She nced away and said casually, “I want to spend some money to eat out. It‘s not that I‘m spending


    your money.” “Last night...” Sunny paused for half a second, thenughed out loud. “I went to your


    room looking for you. Why weren‘t you there?” “Didn‘t you go to Way—?“. “Oh, how did you know that I


    was at Willy‘s?” Cameron licked her lips to moisturize them and raised her eyebrows lightly. “This old


    man actually wants to trick me into saying it.‘


    She then answered with an unchanged expression, “I‘m just guessing.” Sunny snorted and picked up


    the teacup. “Willy may note back today as he has something to do, so this should be good news


    for you.” She was flustered. “What‘s happened to him?” He pondered. “They‘ve sent someone here all


    the way from Bassburgh. Anyway, they‘ll leave the East Inds as soon as this matter is over, so


    perhaps we‘ll never see them again.”


    After saying that, he lifted his gaze and paid attention to Cameron‘s reaction.


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    Cameron froze in ce as thoughts shed across her mind.


    On the other side of town...


    Waylon and Quincy met in a private room in Yuzu Vi,


    Quincy looked around. “This ind isn‘t what I imagined it to be.”


    In the impression of outsiders, the East Inds had always been an archipgo, isted from the


    world, surrounded by vast oceans on all sides. After all, it had to be a wicked ce no matter what


    others had said.


    Quincy did not expect the Southerns to have lived such a rich and colorful life on the biggest ind. It


    felt like they were a family of wild cranes, isted from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world. It


    was nowhere close to having others call it a wicked ce.


    Waylon smiled. “Maybe it‘s because of Mr. Southern Sr.”


    Quincy looked at him. “You‘ve all been here for a month. Mrs. Goldmann is very worried about you and


    Ms. Goldmann. By the way, where‘s Ms. Goldmann?”


    “She‘s at Noce‘s.” Quincy frowned. “Wouldn‘t it be more dangerous for her to follow him around?”


    Waylon ran his fingers over the patterns on the teacup. “Noce will never allow her to appear around


    him if it‘s not safe. He‘s in the dark now, and Donald is getting nked by Fabio and the Southern n.


    So you tell me, will he still have the time and energy to care about Noce as a threat?”


    Quincy was dumbfounded for a second and arrived at a lightbulb moment. “That‘s true.” Waylon put


    down the teacup and raised his head. “Are your ns ready already?” “We‘re ready. In any case,


    Donald won‘t be able to leave this ind. Even if he‘s capable of doing so, Interpol has arranged for


    their forces to stand by at all the ports of the surrounding cities, and these ces are all heavily


    guarded. There‘s no way that he can escape that.”