The Northwood Family was a very mysterious family. They were rumored to be a hidden, influential clan that seldom appeared in the secular world. Compared to the renowned Peary Clan and Huangfu, the Northwood Family was perhaps little known among ordinary people. However, only those at the very pinnacle of society understood how truly formidable such a reclusive, influential clan could be. These families often boasted rich heritages and extensive lineages passed down through generations.
"Not many people know of our Northwood Family by na, and fewer still are willing to give our family face these days," Charles Northwood said with a smile, though his words were exceedingly polite.
"Back to the point, Nia Mitchell is now my lawful wife, as you’ve also investigated." Maxwell Peary elegantly lifted the red wine before him and took a sip.
Charles Northwood’s brows furrowed. He had conducted this investigation with great secrecy, never expecting Maxwell Peary to discover it. Isn’t this just his indirect way of showing how truly powerful Young Master Peary is?
"Even after marriage, divorce is possible. Young Master Peary shouldn’t be too confident." If Maxwell Peary doesn’t treat Nia Mitchell well, I will definitely take her away. "If Young Master Peary is curious about my strength, feel free to test it out. But be careful. You might not find her for the rest of your life."
Maxwell Peary’s face instantly darkened, his eyes narrowing. Only those familiar with him could perceive the subtle change in his expression. Those less familiar would rely sense an unsettling shift in the surrounding atmosphere.
"If I take her to the Northwood Family’s ancestral estate, would Young Master Peary be able to find it?" The strength of a so-called hidden influential family lay precisely in this ’hidden’ aspect. If just anyone could find their residence, could they still be considered ’hidden’?
Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened further. Indeed, he had investigated before but had been unable to pinpoint the location of the Northwood Family’s ancestral estate. Moreover, he had a strong premonition that even if he exhausted all his resources, he might not necessarily find it. Therefore, it had to be said, Charles Northwood’s existence posed a significant threat to Maxwell Peary.
"Are you threatening ?" Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, his expression dangerous. In this world, no one had ever dared to threaten him.
"Of course not." Charles Northwood swirled his red wine, took a sip, and then smiled as he began to cut his steak. "I’m rely informing Young Master Peary that even if Nia Mitchell doesn’t have the entire Northwood Family behind her, she will have ." Therefore, as Nia Mitchell’s close friend, I will absolutely not let her be bullied.
"Hmph, Charles Northwood, you should worry about yourself." Maxwell Peary had no appetite for this al at all. Just the thought of the Northwood Family made him uneasy. He hadn’t felt this way in years.
"Thank you for your concern. I’m doing fine."
For the remainder of the al, the two were silent. When lunch concluded, Charles Northwood was the first to leave.
Exiting the Madgar Pavilion, Charles Northwood let his warm and refined deanor fall away, his brow furrowing slightly. Nia Mitchell got married—such a montous event—and she didn’t tell . Does she even consider a friend? When on earth did she et Maxwell Peary? Damn it! Maxwell Peary is insidious and cunning. How could soone without shrewdness possibly thrive in the business world as he does? The crucial point was his involvent in the arms trade; he had countless enemies and dabbled in both the Mafia and the Business World. How could such a man possibly be suitable for the innocent Nia Mitchell?
With this thought, Charles Northwood frowned, took out his phone, and, sitting in his car, dialed Nia Mitchell.
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