Charles Northwood let out a cold laugh. Although his expression remained unchanged, as stoic as ever, he could sense Maxwell Peary’s slight agitation. "I only stated what I saw."
When Charles Northwood saw Phoebe Walker close the door and walk over barefoot, a surge of irritation washed over him.
"You didn’t see anything!" Maxwell Peary retorted, getting up. He furrowed his brows, checked the ti, and prepared to leave.
Phoebe Walker frowned. Am I sohow clashing with Nia Mitchell? Why is her na being ntioned everywhere I go? But why would they bring up Nia Mitchell out of the blue? She instantly beca wary, pricking up her ears.
"I saw it very clearly! How can you face Nia Mitchell?" Charles Northwood yelled, completely losing the refined deanor he had displayed earlier.
"Mark my words, Maxwell Peary, if I take her away, you’ll never find her!"
Here we go again! Maxwell Peary frowned. Charles Northwood is threatening again! If this man weren’t Nia Mitchell’s friend, I would’ve stopped being polite long ago.
"You’ve been stalking ," Maxwell Peary stated, changing the subject. He glanced at Phoebe Walker, who was trying her best to be invisible, clearly unwilling to discuss Nia Mitchell in this situation.
"So what if I am?" Charles Northwood retorted brazenly, admitting it without hesitation. He knew Maxwell Peary couldn’t really do anything to him.
In Capital Town, Maxwell Peary was virtually omnipotent, but he wasn’t the kind of ruthless tyrant who acted without distinguishing right from wrong. Otherwise, Capital Town itself wouldn’t tolerate him.
"Charles Northwood, I have countless ways to make you want to leave Capital Town of your own accord," Maxwell Peary said, narrowing his eyes, his words laced with nace.
In an instant, the room filled with palpable tension, followed by a dead silence.
After a long mont, Charles Northwood, still fuming, nodded curtly and left.
Maxwell Peary watched him go, then sat down. "If you want my help to seize the Walker family assets, no problem. But it’s a fifty-fifty split. If you don’t agree, then forget it. I’ll give you one day to consider."
After speaking, Maxwell Peary glanced at his watch and also left.
In an instant, the vast Presidential Suite felt eerily empty, with only Phoebe Walker remaining. She stood there, her face a mask of annoyance and confusion.
How utterly baffling, she thought. Who on earth was that man who just barged in? So clueless! Couldn’t he pick a better ti? If he hadn’t interrupted, maybe Maxwell Peary and I would have... Argh!
And so, Phoebe Walker ntally added this new grievance to Nia Mitchell’s tally.
After ending her call with Charles Northwood, Nia Mitchell glanced at the ti on her phone. This is such an awkward ti. It seems too early to go out, but too short a window to go back to sleep.
So, Nia Mitchell left the Waiting Room and began to wander around the CEO Office.
She had been to Uncle Peary’s office countless tis. However, with him usually present, she had always confined herself to the sofa or retreated to the Waiting Room. She had never had the chance to explore the CEO Office to her heart’s content.
Nia Mitchell walked over to a display cabinet, examining its contents closely. Huh? I never expected Uncle Peary to keep fish in his office!
It wasn’t her fault she hadn’t seen it before; the fish tank was placed in a rather inconspicuous spot, easily overlooked. Furthermore, the fish tank was no bigger than her palm, and the fish inside were absolutely tiny.
What species is this? Nia Mitchell wondered, her eyes wide with curiosity as she scrutinized the tiny, happily swimming fish.
Suddenly, the door to the CEO Office swung open from the outside, and a woman entered.
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