Chapter 249

Reporters swarmed Blackgold Tower. Nolan got out of the car with Maisie, escorted by bodyguards.

Even though they couldn’t get close, the cameras were all pointing to Maisie and asking, “Ms. Vanderbilt,
are the discussions online true? Did you really kill someone?”

“Ms. Vanderbilt, I heard that you’re cruel toward your family and tried to take revenge on your family
members for money, is that true?”

“Ms. Vanderbilt, please give us a statement.”

Nolan held onto her shoulder and was going to say something to the bodyguard next to him when
someone in the crowd suddenly yelled, “To hell with murderers!”

A man in a cap and mask pushed through the crowd with a knife in his hand pointed at Maisie.

Nolan blocked it with his arm, which was stabbed.

“Nolan!” Maisie grabbed onto the wound on his arm.

Even the reporters were stunned.

The bodyguard held the man down and removed his cap and mask. “You’re going to regret hurting Mr.
Goldmann!”

“I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.” Nolan touched Maisie’s head and turned to face the reporters fiercely.
“I’ll give you five minutes to disappear.”

The reporters left in no time.



Seeing Nolan bleeding uncontrollably, Maisie took out the bandage she carried around in her bag and
wrapped it to stop the bleeding.

Nolan smiled upon seeing that she was worried for him, his eyes scanning her face. After that, he stared
at the perpetrator’ that the bodyguards held.

“Who asked you to do this?”

The man avoided his eyes. “No, no one—”



Nolan looked toward the two bodyguards next to him. “Bring him to the office. I want to interrogate him.”

The bodyguards nodded and brought him into the building.

Maisie looked somber. “I’m coming too.”

Nolan smiled. “Alright.”

The ‘perpetrator’ was badly beaten and knelt on the office floor, both his shoulders held down by the
bodyguards.

Maisie walked toward him and said, “Tell the truth!”

The man was forced to answer. “I told you I don’t know them. I just did it for the money.”

Maisie said, “How much did they give you, and to do what?”

He replied, “$4,700 to stab you and trigger the reporters.”



The man added, “She gave me your picture and asked me to find the best time to do it. Based on the
way she dressed, she’s probably not young.”

Maisie knew who it was, so she turned and looked at Nolan. “Hand him over to the police. I have a clue.”

Nolan nodded.

The two bodyguards brought him away.

Quincy walked in with the first aid kit, and Maisie said to him, “Give it to me.”

“Alright.” Quincy handed the kit to her and left the office.

Nolan obediently removed his clothes. Maisie walked next to him, sat down, disinfected the wound, and
applied medication.

Nolan’s eyes scanned her face as he asked in a low voice, “You know who did it?”

“Yes. A woman who’s not young would be none other than her,” Maisie said, carefully putting on a new
bandage on his wound

She thought of something, frowned, and raised her head. “Nolan, if you keep getting hurt or admitted to
the hospital, people are going to think that you’re weak!”


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