Owen Lewis saw this and imdiately chased after.
"Wait for , I’m free right now, I’ll give you a ride."
"I drove here."
"That’s perfect, I didn’t drive."
"Do you think I’m blind? Is that car in the garage not yours but a ghost’s?"
"My car’s out of gas, so I’ll take your car to drop you off at the Martial Arts Academy."
"Is this you giving a ride or taking you ho?"
"Ho? Great, great, then why don’t you just co ho with instead of the Martial Arts Academy."
"Get lost!"
......
Their bickering sounds filled the air as Alan Morgan stood alone in the conference room.
So, what exactly is going on now?
These two just called him over and then left?
Damn it!
Doesn’t that an everything from now on is left to him alone?
Heartless!
Alan Morgan was on the verge of tears, sitting alone in the conference room, and opened his laptop.
No choice, besides Maxwell Peary, he knows the MC Group best.
"Seriously, so boring!"
Alan Morgan worried about Gerry Peary while handling matters here.
......
Nia Mitchell reached out and took Maxwell Peary’s phone, blinking her eyes.
"Uncle, what did Special Assistant Alan call you for?"
Uncle just said hello and hung up.
"Nothing important."
Maxwell Peary casually brushed it off and continued walking with her.
"Why would he call if it’s nothing important?"
Nia Mitchell clearly didn’t believe him, but she couldn’t get any information from the CEO, so she had to drop it.
"Just so insignificant stuff, why, do you want to know?"
Maxwell Peary asked directly.
Nia Mitchell was caught off guard.
"I don’t want to know."
She turned her head away stubbornly and stopped talking, just kept walking forward.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary shook his head, like a little kid.
He reached out to pat her head, leading her onward.
"That place used to be an artificial lake, the fish in it were quite interesting, but now it’s demolished."
Nia Mitchell pouted, feeling a bit unhappy.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary stood beside her helplessly.
"Later I found out that Charles Northwood went to middle school around here, why didn’t we know each other back then? Guess we weren’t ant to et yet."
If they had been in the sa class back then, maybe they would’ve t sooner.
Maxwell Peary unhappily furrowed his brow; this rabbit keeps talking about Charles Northwood, it’s driving him crazy with jealousy.
Wait.
Jealous?
No, no, no, he’s not jealous.
Just thinks that kid doesn’t deserve it.
"It’s getting late, let’s have dinner and then head back to the hotel."
When Maxwell Peary said "back to the hotel," his tone was quite suggestive.
Hearing this warm line, Nia Mitchell’s face successfully turned red.
"I don’t want to, I still want to play outside."
Nia Mitchell imdiately shook her head to refuse, flipping her hair, her whole deanor saying, "I refuse."
"I still want to roam around my elentary school, then let’s check out the night market, I’ll take you to eat my favorite food from back then, and finally, back to the hotel to rest."
Nia Mitchell emphasized the word "rest."
The hotel is for resting.
Maxwell Peary didn’t say anything, just pulled her to leave.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle..."
Nia Mitchell imdiately started to act cute, hanging all her weight on Maxwell Peary.
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