Maxwell Peary laughed like a fox, but his words left everyone present gobsmacked.
Nia Mitchell’s eyes twitched. Maxwell Peary had unexpectedly uttered such words. This is... so adorable!
She imdiately burst into a wide smile and walked over to Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle Peary, what brings you here?" she asked. Could he have actually co to see her?
"In your dreams!"
Victoria Perez still couldn’t believe that this wild girl in front of her actually knew Young Master Peary. Young Master Peary is such an eminent figure! How could a re wild girl like her possibly be qualified to know him?
Victoria Perez imdiately moved to Maxwell Peary’s side. "Young Master Peary, don’t be fooled by this wild girl’s innocent facade. She’s actually incredibly malicious. Don’t let her bewitch you!"
Maxwell Peary looked at Victoria Perez with distaste. The potent perfu wafting from her was nauseating.
He much preferred the scent of his little Rabina Mitchell. It was light and refreshing, a fragrance he had never experienced before.
"Bewitched?"
Maxwell Peary pondered. Not a bad word. It seems he had indeed been bewitched.
"Yes, Young Master Peary! You’re such an eminent and brilliant man."
Victoria Perez gazed at Maxwell Peary with a brazen, lovesick expression. She is a respectable figure now; surely she is a match for him.
If she could make Young Master Peary fall for her, then she could trample over everyone else, do whatever she pleased, and beco the object of everyone’s envy.
Victoria Perez couldn’t help but fall silent, lost in the reverie of those wonderful future days.
"Young Master Peary, I am Victoria Perez, the young lady of Perez Technologies. We’ve actually t once before."
She announced her na and status, hoping to win Maxwell Peary’s special regard.
Nia Mitchell stopped in her tracks, pouting. Damn it! Wherever Uncle Peary goes, he’s always surrounded by so many girls.
He is so incredibly popular with won!
"Perez?" Maxwell Peary confird with Victoria Perez.
"Yes, Perez. You can call Victoria Perez."
With a sweet smile, Victoria Perez blushed, making it seem as if Maxwell Peary had done sothing to charm her.
Maxwell Peary scoffed coldly. He has no interest in won who throw themselves at him. "Scram!"
With that single word, Maxwell Peary walked over to Nia Mitchell and gently touched her hair.
"Did you get taken advantage of?"
Seeing Maxwell Peary’s worried gaze, Nia Mitchell managed a smile.
"I’m okay, but this woman is so troubleso. She bumped into but then falsely accused , demanding 200,000 USD as compensation. She even wanted to hit ! But when I pushed her a little, she fell down," Nia Mitchell said hatefully, feeling extrely upset.
Maxwell Peary understood imdiately. From those few sentences, he had gathered the whole story. So that’s what happened.
"You were bumped into? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Maxwell Peary grew anxious and reached out as if to lift Nia Mitchell’s clothes to check for injuries.
Nia Mitchell blushed and quickly smacked away Maxwell Peary’s hand, jumping about in agitation.
"Don’t touch ! Don’t touch ! Ah! I’m being exposed! Exposed! HISS!"
Nia Mitchell cried out. As she struggled to stop Maxwell Peary, the wound on her palm was touched, and she gasped sharply.
"You’re really hurt?"
Looking at her slightly scraped palm, Maxwell Peary’s eyes turned cold, shooting daggers at Victoria Perez.
"Miss Perez, I think the most important thing for you right now isn’t to eat, but to hurry ho."
He spoke harshly, his eyes filled with a coldness that sent shivers down one’s spine.
"Go ho and tell your father to prepare himself to withstand my wrath."
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