But they couldn’t dig up any information about this woman. Anyone who tried to pry deeper received a warning.
So, everyone knew that the information about their relationship was allowed to be released by Young Master Peary.
And this female protagonist was soone Young Master Peary had forbidden them from prying into.
"Nia Mitchell?"
But many people knew Nia Mitchell, including those at her School, MC Group, and others who had previously interacted with her.
Nia Mitchell still had no idea that she had triggered a storm in Capital Town.
"Uncle, are we going to the Company this afternoon?"
After Nia Mitchell had finished her lunch, she lazed around on the bed.
Maxwell Peary adjusted his tie and glanced at Rabina Mitchell on the bed.
"You don’t have to go. It’s enough if I go."
He needed to go to the Company first and give those people a wake-up call.
"Uncle, you’re so busy?"
Nia Mitchell pouted, a little unhappy.
Maxwell Peary worked so hard that he didn’t even have ti to rest.
"Uncle, you need to take care of your health."
Maxwell Peary paused in adjusting his tie, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at her.
"What do you an by that?"
Was she thinking he wasn’t trying hard enough?
"Mrs. Peary, are you unsatisfied with Mr. Peary?"
Saying that, Maxwell Peary ripped off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a ti.
"Uncle!"
Seeing his actions, even if Nia Mitchell were blind, she would know what he was about to do.
"Hm?"
His voice was deep and filled with irresistible seductiveness.
The corners of his eyes held an indescribable charm.
"I... I didn’t..."
She puckered her lips and blinked at him, hoping that he would let her off.
Maxwell Peary swallowed. Seeing her like that, his pace didn’t slow. Instead, it quickened, and he pounced towards her.
...
Thus, the CEO left the mountainside Villa three hours later.
How could this be considered going in for an afternoon shift? It was clearly more like he was just popping in for a quick inspection.
「MC Group」
Neither the CEO nor Nia Mitchell showed up the entire day, and gossip was already flying.
"My god, I can’t believe Nia Mitchell is backed by CEO Peary."
"Yeah, indeed. Appearances can be deceiving."
"But why her of all people? She seems so ordinary and plain. What kind of luck does she have?"
"That’s not sothing we can envy; she’s simply blessed."
"Young Master Peary! That’s *the* Young Master Peary from Capital Town, such an incredible figure, and he was willing to kneel down and put on her shoes for her."
"Oh, and that’s not even the most important part! Did you notice in that video? The painting on the wall is authentic. I checked online; it’s worth nearly a hundred million!"
Everyone gasped.
A hundred million was shocking enough, but in Capital Town’s elite circles, a hundred million wasn’t considered an unattainable sum.
But the truly shocking part was, if a single painting on the wall was worth a hundred million, then what about the value of the Villa itself?
The Villa’s interior decoration and furnishings... look at that sofa, that coffee table, that carpet!
GASP.
It was truly astounding.
"Just how much is CEO Peary worth?"
Suddenly, soone asked.
Everyone paused for a mont. No one really knew the answer.
"Who knows? You can try to calculate it. This MC Group alone is probably enough for all of us to live off of for the rest of our lives without lifting a finger."
In the Secretary Departnt, a sudden silence fell. Everyone felt a pang of envy towards Nia Mitchell.
She was truly fortunate.
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