Chapter 948

‘If they were in love, why would Madam Knowles dislike her son? Was she really in it for the benefits that
she would get from the Knowles?

But if she’s plotting against the Knowles for its assets and property, she should value her son even more.
The only thing that would await her in the future was a happy and wealthy life if she were to assist her
son in inheriting the Knowles.

However, Nolan told me that Tristan’s mother not only doesn’t want to see him, but she also never
thought about letting her son inherit the Knowles.

‘She’s the one in power among all the knowles, and everything in the Knowles has to go through her.
What kind of woman would have the ambition to occupy all her

deceased husband’s property and even suppress all the descendants of the Knowles?’

Madam Nera shook her head. “I don’t know if they’re in love with each other, but according to what I
heard, the Knowles have been in a very chaotic mess ever since Madam Knowles took over the family.
So, I can only say that Tristan’s mother is, by no means, an ordinary woman.”

In the end, Maisie watched Madam Nera get into her car and leave. She then stayed where she was to
think for a long time.

‘What Godmother said isn’t unreasonable. Tristan’s mother wouldn’t have sent an assassin here to kill
the eldest grandson of the family if she was an ordinary woman.

‘Being in power and creating a stir within the Knowles, her purpose isn’t only to own the Knowles, but
she plans to disintegrate and end the family from its very roots completely.



Just how much does she hate the Knowles for her to do such a thing? And if that’s the case, Nollace’s
abduction from two years ago was more or less related to Madam Knowles too.’

Maisie suddenly recalled the man named Jackie Clifford that Nolan had been looking into last night.

She remembered that there was also a boy named Jackie Clifford who studied in the same class as she
did back in high school, but the two did not look like the same person after she had taken a look at the
profile photo last night.

Maisie returned to the Vanderbilt manor, a place where she had not returned for a long time. The manor
had been abandoned for three years as she did not want to make any changes even after Larissa gave
her the title of the manor.





She unlocked the door with the key, pushed the door open, and walked into the living room. The furniture
in the living room was all covered in white cloth, and all of them were covered in a thick layer of dust,
while the corners of the ceiling and the chandeliers were all cobwebbed. When she walked upstairs and
passed by the study, she could not help but stop-the past flashed across her mind like a flipbook.
Everything was still so vivid to her.

She looked down at the living room from upstairs, as if her father was still sitting in his armchair and
drinking his tea in the living room, while Leila was trying everything in her ability to please him, and
Willow was showing him all her achievements.

The scene flashed back to nine years ago when her father had slapped her and driven her out of the
manor.



Maisie could not help but laugh at herself. She did not expect that those people who she thought would
have nothing to do with her in the future would eventually become part of her memories. When she got to
her room, she stood at the entrance for a long time before opening the door. Everything in the room was
also tightly covered by white cloth. The only items that were not protected by cloth were the photos on
the walls, and they were already covered in dust.

Maisie walked up to the cabinet, lifted the white cloth, raised her hand to clean the dust, opened the
drawer, and took out her high school yearbook.

She turned to the photo section, went down the list of names, and finally found Jackie i n the yearbook.
However, the Jackie that she found in the photo was plump, wore glasses, and looked very
inconspicuous. The reason Maisie remembered his name was that his grades had been very good, and
he was an introverted and shy boy.

Maisie placed the yearbook in her bag, got up, and left the room.

Tristan and Nolan sat in the dining room while Quincy placed the short arrow in an airtight bag in front of
Tristan.

Tristan took the short arrow out of the sealed bag and glanced at it. Nolan intertwined his fingers, placed
his hands on the table, and explained with a calm expression, “There’s an assassin organization in East
Winston that uses this kind of weapon to murder their targets secretly. I think you should know a thing or
two about that organization.”


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