Suddenly, a man’s voice ca from behind, deep and magnetic, naturally drawing people in.
Maxwell Peary appeared in the Living Room in his usual formal black suit.
After having lunch, he went out to handle so matters and was planning to spend so quality ti with Nia Mitchell afterward.
He didn’t expect to hear all this upon returning.
For fuck’s sake.
What kind of friends are these?
They do nothing but persuade his wife to get a divorce right here.
"You’re back?"
Nia Mitchell turned her head to look at Maxwell Peary, her expression changed slightly, yet it was hard to read any emotional change.
Ever since Maxwell Peary entered, Charles Northwood’s entire deanor had been shifting.
At this mont, he really wanted to have a good talk with Maxwell Peary.
Is this what he ans by properly protecting Nia Mitchell?
Has Young Master Peary fallen to such a degree already?
"Yeah, I’ve mostly taken care of things, so you don’t need to worry."
Maxwell Peary set down his briefcase, reached out to unbutton the top button of his shirt, took off his jacket, and walked over to sit directly next to Nia Mitchell.
"For the next few days, I’ll be with you. Is there anywhere you’d like to go?"
Nia Mitchell was stunned, unsure of what Maxwell Peary ant by this.
The way they interacted before wasn’t like this, so why did he change in the blink of an eye?
"No, I just want to stay in the Villa."
Saying she wasn’t angry would be a lie, so her words were laced with thick sarcasm.
Maxwell Peary’s eyes held a hint of amusent as he reached out and touched her hair.
He knew she was angry.
"I’ll arrange it."
Even if it ant staying in the Villa, he would stay with her.
"Mr. Northwood."
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary turned his head, his gaze directly falling on Charles Northwood.
"I don’t know why Mr. Northwood ca here, but if it was to visit my wife, you’ve seen her now."
The implication was clear: you can leave now.
Charles Northwood gritted his teeth; Maxwell Peary saying such things was really shaless.
"I was planning to stay for dinner."
Charles Northwood sat there, his face maintaining the sa gentle and polite smile as always.
But his politeness carried a heavy sense of detachnt.
Fiona Sutton, sitting beside him, felt it the most intensely.
The usual refreshing feeling was gone; after he said these words, he stared at Maxwell Peary, and a silent battle erupted between them.
"Sorry, I planned to take my wife out for dinner tonight."
So, how could he possibly let you stay for dinner here?
"That works out perfectly, I haven’t taken Nia out for a al in a long ti. Tonight, Young Master Peary can co along too."
Ha, you’re the one tagging along.
Maxwell Peary’s forehead veins bulged. Damn it.
Without saying much more, Maxwell Peary looked down at Nia Mitchell,
"How do you have friends like this?"
What kind of friends did Nia Mitchell make? This behavior was excessively outrageous.
Nia Mitchell gave an awkward smile; well, she didn’t quite understand this.
"Ahem, why go out for dinner tonight? You didn’t even tell in advance. Let’s eat at ho and keep everyone here."
After all, there were many rooms here, and she was planning to have Fiona Sutton stay over tonight.
"Okay."
Maxwell Peary listened to Nia Mitchell’s words and unexpectedly agreed very obediently.
Eh, he actually agreed.
"We’ll eat at ho."
Maxwell Peary repeated Nia Mitchell’s words, putting extra emphasis on the word "ho."
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