Chapter 1796

However, a disagreeing voice appeared out of nowhere.

“But Mr. Knowles has disappeared in Haniston. Isn‘t this a little too coincidental ? Rumors have it that
Ms. Livingston has always wanted Mr. Knowles to marry you, so I wonder if the Livingstons know about
this matter?”

That implied that because Nollace had refused to marry her, it was very likely that the Livingstons had
detained him after arriving in Haniston.

Zenovia‘s expression dimmed, and a hint of gloom flashed across her eyes as she looked at the female
reporter who had just spoken.

“What are you talking about?” The female reporter sounded very firm.

“We only aim to get to the bottom of this issue.”

“So are you saying that you‘re suspecting the Livingstons?” Zenovia put on a smile, but there was not
even a trace of hilarity in her eyes. “The Livingstons would never do such a thing. I can guarantee that in
the name of the king‘s god–granddaughter.”

Zenovia asked her secretary to send those reporters away and walked into the Sunrise Hotel with a sulky
expression. The two stainless–steel doors closed slowly as she stood in the elevator, and her hands
clenched involuntarily.

‘Nollace must have deliberately directed the public‘s opinion toward the Livingstons. His disappearance
must be part of his plan! But I won‘t admit defeat. I want him to know that even though the Livingstons
are inferior to the Goldmanns, we‘re by means a family that he can bring down so easily!‘



She stepped out of the elevator and saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall. His head was lowered,
and he was scrolling through his phone.

‘That figure and facial outline ... I saw him at the restaurant the other day. He‘s the eldest young master
of the Goldmanns.’

Zenovia stepped forward. “Why are you here, Mr. Goldmann ?”

Colton turned and glanced at her. He knew that Zenovia had met Wayne before this and that she had
regarded him as the eldest that she had seen the other day.

“I‘m here to show you something.”

Zenovia was puzzled.

Colton took a waiter‘s employee card out of his pocket, dangled it on his finger, and swung it in front of
her. “Does this look familiar to you in any way?”

Her expression turned stiff, but she remained calm. “I don‘t understand what you‘re trying to say, Mr.
Goldmann.”

“You don‘t have to understand me.” Colton fiddled with the card in his hand with an unconcerned
expression. “That man has told me everything.”

Zenovia‘s shoulders trembled. “Are you planning to threaten me with this incident? He‘s clarified the
matter. If he suddenly changes his mind, do you think the public will believe in what he says this time
around?”

She then smirked. “After all, I can also claim that you two have joined forces to slander me.”

Colton‘s eyes looked cold, and he scoffed abruptly. “Are you challenging me? Do you really think you‘re
so smart that you can place yourself above everyone else? Why would I care if others believe him or



not?”

Zenovia was on the verge of crushing her teeth. “Mr. Goldmann, the recent incidents aren‘t something
that will do you Goldmanns any good. Aren‘t you afraid that those rumors will backfire on the Goldmanns
if you lay a finger on me?”

She was referring to the rumors that claimed the Goldmanns were so conceited that they were not taking
the royal family seriously.

Colton looked at her and remained silent for a bit. “Whatever , the Goldmanns don‘t care about that.”

Zenovia felt extremely nervous subconsciously. “So, are you people planning to light the future of the
Goldmanns on fire just because of Daisie?”

Colton crossed his arms, and his expression was unchanged.“ Then, has the king made a move on the
Goldmanns for you?”

Zenovia was startled.

“I can guarantee you that the king won‘t go to great lengths to offend the Goldmanns for a god–
granddaughter who‘s not even related to the royal family by blood. That‘s because before the king does
so, he‘ll still have to consider the Hathaways‘ existence. That‘s why the Goldmanns have never taken
any of your means seriously.”

Colton stopped in front of her and looked down at her embarrassed expression .

“The public will soon come at you.”

After he left, Zenovia rushed into the room and smashed her handbag on the couch in wrath. “Damn that
f*cker!”



Her handbag touched the remote control accidentally, and the big television screen suddenly lit up, and a
piece of news followed that

“According to the latest update, Ms. Zenovia Livingston might be the one who‘s come up with the
necklace theft in order to direct the blame at the Goldmanns.”


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