"It’s overseas."
During college, he spent his ti abroad.
Penniless, he left his hotown with nothing but returned with a lot.
If it weren’t for that, Maxwell’s father wouldn’t be unable to compete with him now.
If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have established MC Group or beco the feared Young Master Peary.
"Aren’t you going abroad?"
Nia Mitchell was still very curious.
"Yes."
But suddenly, he felt a little regret.
The school he attended abroad was incredibly chaotic, full of mixed elents.
"If we have ti, let’s head over there. I’m really looking forward to visiting your school."
Nia Mitchell bead with a smile, imdiately standing up and running to the podium.
"Let’s draw."
Nia Mitchell quickly picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing on the blackboard.
A few strokes outlined a seated female student. Although the drawing wasn’t very pretty, it was clear she had drawn herself.
"I could never draw before; it was Fiona Sutton who taught ."
Sotis, Nia Mitchell found it quite strange that such a carefree Fiona Sutton could draw.
She once asked Fiona Sutton the reason, and Fiona just said she had learned a bit.
"Can you draw ?"
Seeing the lifelike artwork, he hoped that she would draw him beside her.
But...
The ideal was superb, but reality was quite harsh.
"I can’t draw you; I can only draw myself."
Nia Mitchell spoke awkwardly and then tossed away the chalk in her hand.
Back then, she only learned how to draw one person, spending a long ti doing it.
No other choice; she severely lacked artistic talent.
Maxwell Peary: ...
"Alright, let’s stop drawing and go out for a walk instead."
Nia Mitchell stuck out her tongue, and after she said that, she ran over to pull the CEO.
"Let’s go check out the sophomore area."
With that, she quickened her pace.
Maxwell Peary imdiately slowed down, pulling on her.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell couldn’t drag him along, feeling quite unhappy, she turned and glared at him.
"You’re actually glaring at now?"
Maxwell Peary was surprised at her look. How many tis had she glared at him today?
He still rembered that Nia Mitchell used to be too scared to treat him like this, always being cautious.
Also, she used to be a bit reserved.
Now she’s completely let go?
"I’m not."
Nia Mitchell imdiately smiled and pursed her lips.
"How could I glare at you, Uncle? I was just... my eyes feeling a bit uncomfortable."
She said, rapidly blinking her eyes with an innocent expression.
"You need to slow down; with this behavior, how could I dare let you get pregnant?"
At this point, Maxwell Peary successfully slowed Nia Mitchell down.
"I..."
Nia Mitchell didn’t believe for a second that Maxwell didn’t want a child because of this.
Hmph!
But...
Thinking about it, it made so sense. If she kept bouncing around like this, it could indeed be risky.
"If I got pregnant, things would definitely be different."
Nia Mitchell began to argue, looking seriously at the CEO.
"I’d bet against that."
Maxwell Peary shook his head, pulling her and walking step by step out.
"How can you not believe ? I’m telling the truth. When I get pregnant, I’ll definitely be very careful and give you a chubby little son."
Nia Mitchell imdiately promised, acting very obediently.
Maxwell Peary suddenly turned his head, looking at the little Rabina behind.
"Chubby little son?"
He dangerously repeated, instantly sending shivers down Nia Mitchell’s spine.
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