Alan Morgan’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. What the hell? Boss, are you *laughing*?
Alan stood there, shaking with fright, cautiously sizing up Maxwell Peary.
Maxwell didn’t even glance at Alan; he just changed his position and continued on the phone.
"Be careful out there."
Nia Mitchell was in Evelyn Peary’s car. She had just gotten in when she received a call from Maxwell, before she even had a chance to say much to Evelyn.
"I know, I’m just going window shopping."
Nia was a bit annoyed. Why hadn’t I noticed before how long-winded he is?
"Don’t ignore my words. Buy whatever you want; don’t worry about saving money."
Maxwell put down his pen, stood up, and walked over to a sofa to sit down.
"I know, I know, stop nagging! I’m not a child anymore."
Nia kept sticking her tongue out, thoroughly frustrated. Even going out ans being managed!
Evelyn sat rigidly in the car, her gaze constantly sweeping over Nia.
Oh my god! This is surreal! Is that really my sister-in-law on the phone with my brother? No, no, my brother isn’t the type to chatter away on the phone. He... would he, who wears a scowl all day, really say such ridiculous things to Nia? No way. It’s impossible for Maxwell to say things like that!
Poor Evelyn. She had witnessed Maxwell’s change last ti but had completely forgotten about it today.
Evelyn was on pins and needles, constantly turning her head to look at Nia sitting beside her.
ARGH! I have so many questions! Nia, can you please just hang up the phone already?
"You need to focus on your work too. I won’t disturb you any longer. I’m hanging up now."
It was as if Nia had heard the plea from deep within Evelyn’s heart, for she then urged Maxwell to end the call.
Without saying anything more to him, Nia didn’t give Maxwell a chance to refuse; she abruptly hung up the phone.
Alan watched as Maxwell sat on the sofa, his expression suddenly shifting, and Alan’s heart pounded nervously.
What’s happening? Boss, are you finally going to blow up? I knew you wouldn’t let off easy. I knew your gentle side was only for sister-in-law! Maxwell is still the sa old Maxwell. Damn it, he hasn’t changed a bit!
Maxwell put down his phone and glanced at Alan, who was standing to one side.
"What are you doing?"
Alan was stunned. "..."
"B-Boss, weren’t you... you..."
Alan was montarily speechless. Weren’t we just discussing sothing before he stepped out? Why is he suddenly asking what *I’m* doing? Shouldn’t *you* be telling ** what I’m supposed to do?
Maxwell frowned, looking up at Alan, who was standing there with his mouth agape.
"What are you doing in my office if you have no business here?"
COUGH!!!
Alan almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
"If you have nothing to do, then leave."
Maxwell waved his hand dismissively; he had no ti to wonder why Alan had co.
Nia actually hung up on again! Damn it, I hadn’t even finished speaking!
Alan was still standing there, his mouth twitching.
Boss, did you suddenly develop goldfish mory? Only three seconds long?
"What are you still doing standing there?"
Maxwell frowned. Did Alan take the wrong pills today?
Alan choked, gave a silent, dry chuckle, then turned, pressed the elevator button, and went downstairs.
It’s true what they say, ’Even heroes are no match for a beautiful woman.’ Looks like even the boss couldn’t escape it.
After a mont’s thought, Maxwell picked up his phone, preparing to call again. He refused to believe that Rabina Mitchell could be so heartless.
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