The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2186


    Chapter 2186 The two of them stayed in the private room until noon before leaving. Waylon then sent


    Quincy back to the hotel.


    In the hotel lobby, when they ran into Saydie, Quincy‘s eyes lit up, and he rushed up to her with a wide


    grin, intending to hug her. “Baby!”


    Saydie stretched out her hand to stop him from approaching, “Who gave you the permission to call me


    by my name out here?”


    His expression looked extremely aggrieved. “I haven‘t seen you for so long, so why can‘t you let me


    hug you for a bit?”


    Saydie grabbed him by the cor. “Why didn‘t you notify me before you came to the East Inds?”


    ‘Nobody told me that he‘s also included in the team that the Goldmanns sent here.‘


    Quincy forced out a smile. “I‘m worried about you.” “Worry about yourself first, you rookie. I don‘t have


    the time to protect you here.”


    Quincy gave off a profound smile and held her hand. “Don‘t worry. I may be a rookie when ites to


    combat, but I always do well with this great brain of mine.”


    Waylon smiled helplessly on the side and shook his head.


    At the same time...


    Donald met Fabio at the Ferry Winery Fabio confronted him about the fact that he had sent someone to


    kill him, and Donaldughed out loud. “You‘re one lucky b*stard. You actually know that you have to


    take refuge and side with the Southern n.”


    Fabio sneered. “Do you think that you‘ve won? Donald Matthews, your end might even be a lot worse


    than mine.”


    This sentence froze the atmosphere instantly.


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    Donald‘s expression turned gloomy. He stared at Fabio, who was unmoved, and spected about his


    thoughts. “But are you reconciled with the fact that you‘ve lost? Please remember that this is all caused


    by the Southern n, so will they let you get away with this even though you‘ve chosen to side with


    them now?”


    “Whether they‘ll let me get away with what I‘ve done is another story for another day. What I know now


    is that the person who wants me six feet under now is you, you b*stard.” Fabio poured the wine slowly


    and calmly, “I‘m not reconciled with everything that‘s happened. If I could go back in time, I‘d definitely


    get rid of you in the first ce.”


    Donald burst intoughter. “Too bad you didn‘t.” Fabio‘s expression remained unchanged. “It doesn‘t


    matter. We‘ll each answer the question of dead or alive with a final battle someday.” Donald looked at


    him and said nothing..


    Fabio finished drinking the wine in his ss and got up. “I‘ll make sure I‘m there to witness your


    miserable failure in the end.” After Fabio left, Donald‘s expression became gloomier, and he was sure


    that Fabio had indeed joined forces with the Southern n. He was really upset about the fact that he


    could not get rid of him the other day.


    Chunky walked up to him. “Sir, Fabio joining forces with the Southern n isn‘t good news for you.”


    Donald pinched the foot of the wine ss. “Do you really think that I‘m unaware of that? The men we


    sentst time have failed, and it‘ll even be more difficult for us to kill him from now on. Not to mention


    that the Southern n will send someone to follow him around.”


    Chunky hesitated. “Then what should we do now?”


    “We can only strike first, and fast.” Donald pinched the ss, swirled it lightly, and his eyes turned grim.


    “Doesn‘t Mr. Southern Sr. care about his daughter the most?”


    “Are you referring to Ms. Southern? But herbat skills...”


    Chunky did not continue talking. Even though Cameron was a woman, the top–ss assassins they


    had sent to kill her had all died, so it was conceivable that she was no less skilled than those men.


    Donald smirked. “No matter how good she is, there will be times when she‘s not being careful.”


    ‘As long as Cameron is in our captivity, I‘ll never be afraid of the Southern n.‘ The next day... When


    Cameron was having breakfast, she looked at the vacant seat across the table and sank deep in


    thought. Waylon indeed did note back to their residence. Recently there had been so many people


    around the dining table during mealtimes, but there was one less now, and she was a little depressed


    about it. Sunny normally ate as if nothing had happened. He then nced at Cameron, who did not eat


    very much and hinted, “Daughters and dead fish are no keeping wares. This old saying seems to be


    somewhat true.”


    She looked a little confused. “What does that mean?”


    “I think that your mind isn‘t even here with us.” Sunny raised his eyebrows, “What‘s wrong? Are you not


    used to it now that Willy isn‘t here?”


    Cameron choked on her words and then exined, “What‘s there to get used to? Isn‘t this the usual


    norm before Wayne‘s appearance?”