Nia Mitchell’s lips twitched. So the CEO could be this proud and demanding? This was the first ti she’d realized it.
"I get it; you’re not angry. I’ll head back to work then."
With that, Nia Mitchell turned to leave.
However, Maxwell Peary, seated there, grew restless. His eyes were fixated on the gift box on his desk.
Seeing the exquisite wrapping, his brows furrowed.
"What’s this?"
Nia Mitchell paused in her stride and turned to look at the CEO.
"Why don’t you guess?"
Nia Mitchell smiled at him.
Maxwell Peary frowned, reached for the box, and imdiately started unwrapping it.
"Hey! That’s very rude, you know?"
Nia Mitchell pouted. Honestly, who acts like that?
Maxwell Peary ignored her protest, took the item, and unwrapped it in a few swift movents.
"What’s this?"
He frowned. Ceramic?
"It’s a White Swan. Isn’t it beautiful?"
Nia Mitchell still thought it was beautiful, even though she felt it had flaws.
"Indeed, it’s very beautiful."
Maxwell Peary generously praised it. This item was indeed worthy of her complint.
With that, he placed the White Swan on his desk.
"Given that my money is your money, your ceramic piece should also be mine. So, I’ll keep it here."
The expression on Maxwell Peary’s face relaxed, and he said nothing more.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback. How could he be like this?
"No! This was a gift from EdbertNia Mitchell to ."
Saying this, Nia Mitchell reached out her hand to take the item back.
But how could Maxwell Peary let her take it away just like that? Not a chance.
"No, this is a gift from you to ."
Maxwell Peary frowned and quickly pressed his hand down on the item.
Nia Mitchell couldn’t win against him. After thinking for a long mont, she finally released her hand.
"Fine, it can stay with you for now then."
Besides, she wouldn’t dare display it in the Secretary Departnt; it was too precious. What if it accidentally fell and broke? There was no need to worry about that here. In the CEO’s office, who would dare damage his things?
"Mm."
Maxwell Peary resud his usual expressionless deanor, but anyone could sense his mood had significantly improved.
"Then I’ll get back to work."
After saying this, Nia Mitchell turned and left.
Watching her retreating figure, Maxwell Peary’s lips curved slightly upwards.
He looked down at the White Swan on his desk, his heart filled with mixed emotions. It was a gift soone else had given *his* little rabbit, and he felt quite unsettled. But now that *his* little rabbit had re-gifted it to him, his mood improved considerably.
Of course, a certain CEO conveniently overlooked the fact that Nia Mitchell hadn’t willingly given him the White Swan.
Maxwell Peary frowned, took out his phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to a group chat.
This group chat was filled with top figures from Capital Town. Think about it—could a group Young Master Peary was in be anything less than exclusive?
Naturally, this included remarkable individuals like EdbertNia Mitchell and other prominent figures.
EdbertNia Mitchell, who was driving back to Star dia, suddenly heard his phone DING with an incoming ssage.
A new ssage from Young Master Peary of MC Group.
Huh?
At the sa ti, many people across Capital Town were quite shocked. They all stopped what they were doing, grabbed their phones, and opened the ssage.
It was just a picture, apparently of Young Master Peary’s desk. Everyone stared at a docunt visible in the photo. They all wondered what Young Master Peary was trying to convey with this post.
Only EdbertNia Mitchell, however, noticed the White Swan placed on the top-left corner of the desk.
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