The smile on Liam Walker’s face gradually stiffened; he was unsure how to break the awkwardness. He could only follow Maxwell Peary’s lead, step by step.
Maxwell Peary walked to the center of the banquet but didn’t spot Nia Mitchell anywhere. If he wasn’t mistaken, Rabina Mitchell had probably hidden in the restroom.
Regarding the CEO’s speculation, one could only say he understood Rabina Mitchell quite well.
"You go ahead and attend to your business. I’ll sit for a while and then leave."
Maxwell Peary picked up a glass of red wine and sat on a nearby sofa.
Young Master Peary had spoken. Could he stay here any longer? So, Liam Walker turned to leave. He decided it was best to find his daughter and have Phoebe Walker co over to accompany Young Master Peary.
Maxwell Peary crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. A corner of his lips curled up as he took his phone out of his pocket.
"If you don’t show up where I can see you, I’ll imdiately expose our relationship."
He typed out a text ssage and lightly tapped the send button.
Far away in the restroom, a certain woman, who was sitting cross-legged on the toilet lid taking off her high heels, felt the corner of her mouth twitch.
Tsk, always using things to threaten her.
Nia Mitchell pouted. The more she looked at the text ssage, the angrier she beca.
"You said you wouldn’t co here."
She quickly typed back a reply.
BEEP BEEP. An incoming ssage. Maxwell Peary lowered his gaze to his phone.
Heh. Just the thought of her little face, teeth gritted in frustration, made him unable to resist smirking.
"Didn’t you also say you wouldn’t be upset if I ca?"
Nia Mitchell angrily jumped off the toilet lid. She knew it! He had set a trap for her before!She had never t anyone so annoying, so devious, so calculating.
"You were the one who said you wouldn’t co, that you wouldn’t attend these chaotic banquets! So what are you doing here?"
Young Master Peary, who never attended any banquets, was appearing at an unmarried young lady’s birthday party. And to top it off, hardly anyone knew Young Master Peary was a married man!
"I ca to find my wife."
Maxwell Peary quickly typed his reply.
"La excuses!"
"Hurry up and get out of the restroom. Don’t let my wife end up stinking in there."
"You’re the stinky one! I sll fragrant."
Nia Mitchell texted back furiously, still quite comfortable sitting on the toilet lid.
However, ever since Young Master Peary’s arrival, the entire atmosphere of the banquet had felt off. Although people still appeared to be chatting and sipping wine as usual, with so seated to the side eating refreshnts, the volu of their conversations had all dropped. Many people were also sneaking glances, intentionally or not, towards Maxwell Peary, extrely curious about what he was looking at on his phone. BEEPS from his phone sounded from ti to ti, and everyone found it hard to accept that Young Master Peary was actually texting soone.
"Is that so? If you’re fragrant, then co out and let sll."
"I’m not coming out! If you have the guts, co to the ladies’ room and get !"
Haha! Nia Mitchell laughed out loud as she sent this text. If Maxwell Peary really ca to the ladies’ room, hahaha, that ntal image would be too priceless to bear!
"Nia Mitchell, am I to understand that you’re inviting to the restroom to... do ’it’ with you?"
The woman in the restroom frowned. Did Uncle Peary make a typo?What did the last part of that sentence an?Oh, whatever! It was definitely a provocation.
"If you have the guts, then co!"
Maxwell Peary, sitting far away in the main hall, felt his eyes suddenly light up.
"I’m afraid we’d be disturbed here, and we wouldn’t be able to enjoy it fully. I’ll satisfy you when we get ho."
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