After closing the door, Nia Mitchell turned around and awkwardly smiled at Charles Northwood and Fiona Sutton.
"Uh, just pretend you didn’t see anything."
Nia Mitchell spoke uneasily and then walked over to the other side.
From behind, though, the sound of knocking ca again.
Maxwell Peary wore a somber expression, his forehead veins bulging as he struggled to suppress his anger.
Ha.
What’s going on with this Rabina Mitchell?
Is she expressing her protest in this manner?
This is simply baffling.
Maxwell Peary was fuming, wishing he could drag her out and give her a stern lesson back ho.
But...
He couldn’t.
This Rabina Mitchell was way too rebellious.
"Open the door!"
Maxwell Peary’s voice carried his naturally cold tone, which Nia Mitchell could feel inside the room even through the door.
Damn.
So scary.
At this mont, there’s no way she’d open the door. She was too scared to do anything, really.
"Charles Northwood, open the door!"
Seeing Nia Mitchell not open the door, Maxwell Peary turned his attention to Charles Northwood.
Charles Northwood stood at the side, hearing his voice, not moving an inch.
Please, there’s no way he’d open it!
If he had known Maxwell Peary would co here, he’d have tried everything to stop Nia Mitchell from opening the door earlier.
"Charles Northwood!"
Maxwell Peary was utterly enraged after waiting so long without the door opening.
Well done, Charles Northwood!
Destroy him!
Maxwell Peary stood at the door, like a raging lion, ready to tear the place apart at any mont.
Charles Northwood frowned, feeling that Maxwell Peary indeed had the ability to demolish the place now.
After so thought, he walked over and opened the door.
"Instead of challenging here, why don’t you solve the issues in front of you first."
He was referring to the issue with Belinda Swan.
He was ready to deliver the final blow to Belinda Swan, yet didn’t expect they had such a move.
Now, Charles Northwood couldn’t touch her at all.
However, if they returned to the Northwood Family, that might be a different story.
"My matters don’t need you to worry about."
Maxwell Peary said irritably, walking directly up to Nia Mitchell.
"Feeling brave, huh? How dare you push out!"
It’s completely baffling; he really couldn’t believe she could do such a thing.
Nia Mitchell was stumped, standing there pouting.
"I didn’t do anything. You agreed to be pushed out by ."
Nia Mitchell’s tone was quite bad, and her attitude even worse.
Anyway, she was speaking the truth. If Maxwell Peary hadn’t agreed, even another Nia Mitchell couldn’t push out the CEO.
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow. Oh?
So, what she ans is it’s his fault?
"Why are you sulking here? Why not go ho."
Nia Mitchell didn’t answer his question; she had already said she was taking care of Fiona Sutton.
"Go ho!"
Maxwell Peary wasn’t the type to chastise his wife in front of outsiders, and directly began pulling her outside.
"I’m not going, I’m not going. If you want to leave, go yourself!"
Nia Mitchell imdiately struggled fiercely, and after that struggle, she ran directly to Fiona Sutton and Charles Northwood.
"Anyway, I’m not leaving today. I’m not anyone to you; I’m not your Mrs. Peary."
She was nothing, so what identity would she use to leave with him?
If the journalists took her picture by chance, she’d truly beco the Mistress.
There’d be no escape.
That’s way too scary, and she didn’t want it one bit.
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