Therefore, owning this kind of car wasn’t just a matter of money; one also needed power.
How many people in the world coveted it?
She never thought she’d be fortunate enough to see a real one in her lifeti.
"Nia Mitchell, are you divorced?"
Fiona Sutton rarely spoke, but when she did, her words were always shocking.
"What do you an, divorced?"
Nia Mitchell got out of the car and watched Fiona Sutton approach. She hadn’t expected Fiona’s first words to be about that.
It was like seeing a ghost, wasn’t it?
"I thought this might be your divorce settlent."
Fiona Sutton’s eyes lit up as she reached out to touch the car. This feel...
AH!
No, no, why did she feel a thrill run through her entire body?
"Is this car really that impressive?"
Nia Mitchell was a bit out of touch; she only knew it was called a Maybach.
"Heh, it might not seem that impressive to you, but for Young Master Peary, it’s even more... Tsk, tsk."
Rich people!
They should all be burned! Burned!
"Want to get in the car, or should we stroll around campus for a bit first? I’ve also arranged to et Charles Northwood; he has one class left."
At the ntion of Charles Northwood, Fiona Sutton felt a slight pang in her heart.
She scratched her hair in frustration, feeling conflicted.
"Let’s stroll around campus for a bit. You haven’t been here in a while, either."
Fiona Sutton hesitated for a mont. She had originally wanted Nia Mitchell to drive her away from campus imdiately.
But if she did that, Nia would surely ask why.
Suddenly, she sowhat understood Charles Northwood’s concerns. After she confessed, wasn’t it true that she and Charles Northwood couldn’t be friends anymore?
If Charles Northwood really confessed, then he and Nia Mitchell would also...
How could their trio just break apart so suddenly?
"Alright, let’s take a stroll then. The scenery at our school is top-notch."
University A was most famous for its beautiful scenery, aside from the talented won of its Chinese Departnt.
Of course, beautiful won were considered part of the scenery too, but the plants also possessed their own unique beauty.
The two of them walked along the small path, chatting and laughing as they went.
"So, what about you and Yancy Hastings...?"
Nia Mitchell raised her eyebrows, clearly very interested in the matter.
"There’s nothing between Yancy Hastings and . I couldn’t possibly aim that high."
Both of them knew just how much Yancy Hastings cared about social standing.
"Nia Mitchell, in this world, there’s only one Maxwell Peary."
Fiona Sutton suddenly spoke. Her words left Nia Mitchell stunned and a little unsure of their underlying aning.
Maxwell Peary might not care about differences in social status enough to not marry Nia Mitchell, but even she couldn’t guarantee that Maxwell Peary would continue to treat Nia Mitchell as well as he always had.
Not to ntion Yancy Hastings, who hadn’t liked her from the start.
"Yancy Hastings doesn’t like at all; you should know that."
Nia Mitchell bit her lip. The topic had suddenly beco heavy.
"But people can change! As long as he changes, then it’ll be fine, won’t it?"
Fiona Sutton shook her head.
"You’re still so naive."
Fiona continued walking ahead, and soon the two of them reached the lakeside.
"Nia Mitchell, does Maxwell Peary like you?"
Fiona Sutton suddenly turned to look at Nia Mitchell, desperate to know the answer to this question.
Hearing this question, Nia Mitchell’s mind suddenly went blank.
She hadn’t thought about this.
Biting her lip, she realized she didn’t know either.
"Alright, I won’t ask that then. Let ask you this: do you like Maxwell Peary?"
Considering the ti, she and Young Master Peary had been married for a while now.
Nia Mitchell stood rooted to the spot, averting her gaze, not daring to look at Fiona Sutton.
Did she like Maxwell Peary?
That question seed even harder to answer than the last.
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