"Nia Mitchell!"
Maxwell Peary wished he could crack open Nia Mitchell’s head and see what on earth she was thinking to make her say such things.
Damn it, she should have just said it straight.
She was being so roundabout; he’d actually thought she was angry.
It seems that no matter how harmless soone appears, you always have to be a little on guard.
Young Master Peary tried hard to reflect, warning himself that he absolutely couldn’t be fooled next ti.
But the Maxwell Peary of the future would realize such reflections were useless.
Because whenever Nia Mitchell was involved, whether the matter was big or small, he would always lose his ability to judge.
"Alright, Uncle."
Nia Mitchell poked Maxwell Peary’s shoulder with her finger, a smile lighting up her face.
"Hurry up, aren’t we going to the old house?"
Nia Mitchell reminded him, then sat there and continued to read the article.
In fact, just by looking at the photos, I can guess whose handiwork this is.
Sophia Moore.
The background in these photos is that Western Restaurant.
Looks like Sophia Moore hasn’t given up at all.
Just because they saw with Maxwell Peary, they think I’m his secret lover?
I really have to admire Sophia Moore’s imagination.
But the most baffling part is, among this string of photos, there’s even one from the class reunion.
!!!
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened. A class reunion?!
Wouldn’t that be my classmates?
Is it Julia Adams?
Forgive her, but Julia Adams was the first person who ca to mind.
"Don’t look at that ss. I’ll deal with it later."
Maxwell Peary glanced at Nia Mitchell’s expression, then said that.
After saying this, he imdiately called Annie Davidson.
"I don’t care what personal matters you’re dealing with right now. I’m giving you five minutes to take care of an online post about ."
With that, Maxwell Peary ended the call.
Nia Mitchell paid no mind to what he was saying and continued to read the article.
Below the article, there were tons of comnts.
"OH MY GOD, MY MALE GOD!"
"That shaless vixen! I bet one USD it was this woman who seduced our Young Master Peary first."
"Like this if you hate this cheap woman!"
"HATE HATE HATE! Get lost, you cheap woman! Male God Peary is MINE!"
"SOB SOB SOB, my idol got married, and now even my male god belongs to soone else."
...
Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched. These comnts are much more interesting than the article itself, she thought.
But almost every single comnt is... cursing out, she realized.
Nia Mitchell finished reading one page and reached out to click to the next page of comnts. Only after clicking did she realize:
The topic does not exist!
It does not exist!
What the hell? What do you an, ’it doesn’t exist’?
Nia Mitchell was furious. Then she rembered the phone call Maxwell Peary had made earlier.
Heavens, that was handled so quickly! Isn’t that Annie Davidson way too efficient?
"Uncle, why do these people just believe whatever they hear without considering the other side?"
So of the comnts truly hurt Nia Mitchell, especially those that outright labeled her a mistress.
"Don’t overthink it."
It’s just a ssy post, nothing that causes any real harm. There’s no need for her to dwell on it, Maxwell Peary thought.
"I’m not overthinking," Nia Mitchell said. "I actually used to think that the reason there was never any news about you was because you just weren’t that great."
It had to be said, Nia Mitchell’s way of thinking was certainly refreshingly honest.
"Just be yourself. No matter what happens in the future, stand behind ."
He would not let anything harm her.
Even soone wielding imnse power wouldn’t get a chance, let alone a trivial article like this.
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