Alright.
The CEO is being childish again.
If Nia Mitchell still can’t tell why the CEO is acting strange, she must be stupid.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation, and Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched as she looked at him.
"You’ve had enough."
Really wanted to say, do you have no sha? But didn’t dare to say it.
Not saying anything more, Nia Mitchell smiled and sat with Fiona Sutton, and the two started chatting.
The two won started whispering, leaving only the two n in a silent eye battle.
Just then, Maxwell Peary’s phone rang. He frowned, reaching out to answer it.
"What’s the matter?"
It was Owen Lewis. Could sothing have happened in the Black Market?
"Everything’s settled, basically back to normal."
The old man’s thods were quite sophisticated this ti, but a solution was still found.
It seems that after such a long ti, they can now stand up to the old man.
"Yes, be extra careful during this ti."
Not long after hanging up, calls from Annie Davidson and Alan Morgan ca in, mostly saying the sa as Owen Lewis.
Things seem to have been mostly resolved, with the arrangents already in place, nothing seriously wrong.
"Uncle, let’s go out for a walk now."
Nia Mitchell suddenly said to Maxwell Peary.
"Okay."
So, the four of them left the hillside villa together.
Though Capital Town still had many sights to see, considering Fiona Sutton’s current health, they just took a walk in so upscale parks.
"Young Master Peary, I want to ask you a question."
Among these people, only Maxwell Peary and Yancy Hastings were close, so she really wanted to know the truth about this matter.
"What’s up?"
Maxwell Peary’s face was expressionless, his cold facial lines under the sunlight bore no warmth.
Fiona Sutton didn’t mind and looked directly into Maxwell Peary’s eyes.
"I always feel that Yancy Hastings isn’t dead, that he won’t die. Don’t you feel the sa way?"
Maxwell Peary’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. What kind of question is this?
Feelings?
How reliable can one’s feelings be?
"He is dead."
This is a fact that cannot be denied.
The hope in Fiona Sutton’s eyes disappeared, as expected, it’s still the sa answer, unchanged.
"I’d rather believe that he’s alive in a place we can’t find."
Maybe soon, he’ll co back.
Maxwell Peary looked at her like this and said nothing more.
......
For dinner, as per Charles Northwood’s wish, the three of them ate together.
Nia Mitchell sat beside Maxwell Peary, looking at the pile of dishes in front of her, her mouth twitched.
"Nia, try this, I rember you like this."
"Honey, taste this, this restaurant makes it well."
"Nia, I’ve tried this dish, it’s delicious."
"Honey, try this, I ordered it especially for you."
......
"Have you two had enough?"
Nia Mitchell frowned, why are they acting like kids?
She could sense Fiona Sutton’s awkwardness, could they enjoy dinner like this?
"If I want sothing, I’ll get it myself. You two just eat on your own."
Having soone serve food is supposed to be a happy thing, why is it so torturous today?
As soon as Nia Mitchell finished speaking, the temperature in the entire private booth dropped a few degrees.
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