That’s why she had never confessed this matter.
After speaking, Nia Mitchell looked carefully at Charles Northwood.
"I’m sorry, I really didn’t an to hide it from you. You might think my reason is far-fetched, but that was genuinely what I was thinking at the ti."
After Nia Mitchell finished speaking, she sighed.
"I can understand you, but from now on, you must not hide anything from , no matter what."
This news had taken him completely off-guard.
If I had known earlier, at least I could have... I could have...
For a mont, Charles Northwood didn’t know what else he could do. Seeing her sitting there dejectedly, he also felt sowhat helpless.
"Don’t be fooled by Fiona Sutton’s carefree deanor; she’s actually very perceptive. She won’t bla you."
If Fiona Sutton weren’t so perceptive, how could she have sensed that he treated Nia Mitchell better than her?
"I hope she won’t bla ."
Nia Mitchell sat there waiting when suddenly her phone rang.
It was Maxwell Peary.
"Did you find Fiona Sutton?" Nia Mitchell eagerly asked, hope shining in her eyes.
"The first thing you ask about is soone else. Aren’t you afraid your husband will get jealous?"
Maxwell Peary sat in his chair, his computer open, but he had no mind to work.
Hearing his words, Nia Mitchell pouted.
"I’m talking about sothing serious with you. Can’t you be a little more serious?" Nia Mitchell retorted coquettishly.
anwhile, Charles Northwood, sitting opposite her, felt his phone vibrate. He had received a text ssage revealing Fiona Sutton’s current location.
He glanced at it, opened his mouth, but said nothing. He looked at Nia Mitchell. She had been dejected just a mont ago, but now her mood had swiftly changed.
She must have fallen for Maxwell Peary, right?
However, it doesn’t matter, Nia Mitchell. No matter who you like, I won’t let anyone bully you.
I am your backup.
Your strongest support.
"I can, but if I tell you, you mustn’t be surprised."
"Surprised?"
What Maxwell Peary had just said already surprised her.
What could it be that would make Maxwell Peary warn her in advance like this?
It seed the place Fiona Sutton was now must be quite unusual.
Could it be at the School?
Or perhaps right beside her?
"Yes, Fiona Sutton is with Yancy Hastings."
Yancy Hastings’ sleepy voice from earlier, along with his disrupted biological clock, all indicated to him what ’good things’ must have happened between them last night.
From what Nia Mitchell had said before, he could sense that Fiona Sutton not only disliked Yancy Hastings but found him rather annoying.
He had also investigated; Fiona Sutton’s personality was, well... tsk, tsk.
This was precisely the type Yancy Hastings detested most.
He increasingly failed to understand what Yancy Hastings could possibly be thinking.
"No way, how could..."
Nia Mitchell couldn’t accept it. How could Fiona Sutton be with Yancy Hastings?
Just a few days ago, she had complained that Yancy Hastings had retaliated against her. How could...
"He wouldn’t bully Fiona Sutton, would he?"
Although Fiona Sutton was outspoken and had so skills, Yancy Hastings was a professional, a special forces operative.
"Don’t worry, he has at least that much integrity," Maxwell Peary reassured her.
He still trusted Yancy Hastings’ character.
"That’s good. Then I’ll head back to MC for now. I’ll look for her when she gets back."
Nia Mitchell thought for a mont. Fiona Sutton’s phone was unreachable, and she had no idea when she and Yancy Hastings would return.
What she needed to discuss, of course, wasn’t suitable with an outsider present.
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