Nia Mitchell scratched her head. Did she really need to be called over to discuss sothing like this?
Couldn’t he just ask her over the phone?
Right now, she was almost in the eye of the storm, and by doing this, was he making her a target of everyone’s focus?
"I want to see you."
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary raised his head, eyes full of deep affection.
Nia Mitchell hesitated, unable to grasp what Maxwell Peary was trying to convey.
Want to see her?
Where was this coming from?
They hadn’t been apart for long.
"Didn’t we just et not too long ago?"
Nia Mitchell bit her lip; there was a hint of resentnt in her words.
Maxwell Peary heard this and a touch of emotion entered his eyes.
"Yes, we just t."
So what if they just t?
Why is it that after such a short ti apart, suddenly...
He especially misses her.
"Are you going to Madgar Pavilion tonight?"
Unexpectedly, he shifted the topic back, catching Nia Mitchell off guard with the pace of his conversation.
What was going on?
Why change things so quickly?
"No, I’m not going."
Nia Mitchell imdiately started acting a bit spoiled, gave Maxwell Peary a sidelong glance, and turned to leave.
Seeing she was getting upset, Maxwell Peary quickly stood up from his chair and hurried after her.
Nia Mitchell didn’t expect Maxwell Peary to chase after her; she had already opened the Grand Gate and stepped one foot out.
Nia Mitchell: !!!!!
Many people in the Secretary Departnt saw this unfold. They were already quite interested in this matter, so their gaze never left.
They did not expect to see Nia Mitchell walk out of the Office Room, only to be pulled back.
Yes, pulled back.
Who pulled her?
Was there any doubt about that?
Of course, it was the CEO who pulled her back; goodness, this was simply an earth-shattering, incredible event, utterly incomprehensible, unacceptable.
Nia Mitchell was startled and spun into the CEO’s embrace.
Just like the first ti they t, his scent, once unfamiliar, now felt familiar.
Nia Mitchell’s cheeks flushed slightly, she quickly pushed away from the CEO, standing aside with her heart racing wildly.
"What are you doing?"
She had already said she wasn’t going; what was he doing?
Maxwell Peary had a hint of a smile in his eyes, and his stern expression softened a bit.
Every ti he saw Nia Mitchell’s little expressions, he couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch her hair.
This Rabina, only seems cute at such monts.
"What do you think I’m doing?"
With good humor, he refrained from saying anything Nia wouldn’t like, instead posing a direct question.
Nia Mitchell was stumped; what could she say?
She didn’t know.
"If you don’t say anything, I’m leaving; I still have work to do."
EdbertNia Mitchell had previously ntioned that in this place, not only could she not accomplish anything herself, but she also hindered Maxwell Peary.
It seed she really needed to consider returning to Star dia.
"Working for what? Do I need you to earn money?"
Maxwell Peary frowned, displeased with Nia Mitchell’s reasoning.
What was she striving for here?
To earn a bit of paltry pay?
"If you’re short on cash, let know."
Maxwell Peary said directly, leaving Nia Mitchell with a face full of frustration.
This fundantally wasn’t a matter of having enough money, okay?
She...
Gosh, she really didn’t know how to respond.
"This job, you were the one who gave it to at the start."
She rembered when they got their marriage license, Maxwell Peary had conveniently asked if she wanted to work as a secretary at his Company.
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