Maxwell Peary’s mouth twitched. Did this little bunny truly understand what he ant? Why did it feel like she just wanted to order him around?
"Okay."
The CEO resigned himself to his fate, stood up, and walked over to the Entrance Hall to fetch her slippers.
"Rember this. You can’t go barefoot anymore, got it?" he seriously instructed.
Nia Mitchell nodded. "I got it."
She was also unusually serious. The CEO squatted down to help her put on her shoes.
Frederick Goldsmith took a picture of this from afar and sent it to Silvia Waterborne.
「At the Film Set.」
Seeing this scene, Silvia Waterborne couldn’t help but burst into a huge grin. HA HA, her little Maxwell Peary actually has such a gentle side! Helping her put on her shoes! Such a scene... is truly rare! It’s like Mars hitting Earth. To be able to witness this in her lifeti... Truly... She just wanted to laugh out loud.
"Frederick, any ti there are such explosive monts, capture them for ," Silvia Waterborne issued the command, then lay back in her chair, smiling.
HA HA. No, no, I absolutely have to share this. Since I want to share, I’m going to go big.
Thus, Silvia Waterborne sent the scene to the largest Forum in Capital Town and all major dia outlets.
In an instant, Maxwell Peary and Nia Mitchell beca the talk of everyone again. The news about the two spread like wildfire.
Of course, Nia Mitchell had no idea about this yet.
"Uncle, I’m a bit hungry." It’s noon already. It should be ti for lunch.
"Alright, let’s go eat now."
Saying this, Maxwell Peary got up, held Nia Mitchell’s small hand, and walked towards the Dining Hall.
"Okay, Uncle, I want to eat two bowls of rice today," Nia Mitchell said with a smile. Right now, she needed to focus on recuperating.
"Sure."
...
「Ten minutes later.」
Annie Davidson called. Maxwell Peary glanced at the caller ID and nodded.
"I got it."
After saying that, Maxwell Peary hung up the phone, his brow still furrowed.
"What happened?" Nia Mitchell, who was eating spare ribs, paused. She blinked, a little puzzled about what had happened. What could have caused Maxwell Peary to furrow his brow? Could it be a problem at work?
"Nothing," Maxwell Peary reflexively replied, then wanted to change the subject. However, after pondering for a mont, he hesitated. This matter, after all, was related to Nia Mitchell.
"Nia, I just received a ssage," he said. "The video of helping you put on your shoes has been posted, and many people have seen it." In truth, he wanted to say that everyone knew. Although, on second thought, there might still be so people who didn’t know.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback. So, did Uncle an that their relationship had been exposed?
"If you don’t want this to spread, I can suppress it," Maxwell Peary stated. This was certainly not an empty boast; he had the ans to suppress it all.
Nia Mitchell hesitated for a mont and spat out the bone from her mouth. "Since it already happened, let’s just let it be. Let’s not worry about it. If people find out, then they find out." She smiled. Perhaps this is fate. If they were destined to be revealed this way, then let fate run its course.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback, his expression shifting subtly.
"Alright." His heart filled with sweetness.
By the ti they finished lunch, the whole of Capital Town was in an uproar. The video clearly captured Young Master Peary and the woman rumored to be his secret lover.
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