Maxwell Peary was truly furious, angrily clicking on the ssage.
He wanted to see what exactly she wanted to say, not doing her own Madgar Pavilion work in broad daylight, but sending him a ssage instead.
He had already concluded that Evelyn Peary definitely didn’t have anything urgent.
And didn’t think, if it were sothing important, she would have called.
A ssage?
Just a pasti when bored.
Damn it!
However, upon seeing the ssage, the anger on his face suddenly froze, and he sat there dumbfounded.
Evelyn Peary didn’t say anything, just sent a photo.
It was little Rabina!
Such a beautiful little Rabina.
It’s rare to see her in a dress, especially one of a completely different style.
She stood there, a bit uneasy, but the beauty exuding from inside made his throat tighten instantly.
Maxwell swallowed hard, hesitating about how to speak to Evelyn when another photo was sent over.
This one, Nia Mitchell was wearing a pure white long dress, like a fairy.
Fair skin, smooth face, sparkling black eyes, enticing lips.
So beautiful.
Stunningly beautiful.
Looking at this version of little Rabina, he suddenly started to wonder how stunningly beautiful she would be in a wedding dress.
"Take a ten-minute break."
Maxwell had been staring at his phone, sitting there dazedly waiting for the next picture, suddenly realizing that he was in the conference room.
So, he casually said a sentence, then got up and headed to the office room.
Forgot all the docunts on the table, tightly clutching the phone in his hand.
Back in the office room, Maxwell quickly dialed Evelyn’s number.
"Bro, your call ca later than I expected. What’s wrong? Is little sister-in-law’s status heart falling?"
Evelyn started teasing Maxwell as soon as she spoke, with a playful look on her face.
Maxwell couldn’t see it, but he could imagine.
"Where is she?"
Evelyn: ......
Just care about your wife, didn’t see you care about your sister.
"In the fitting room, guess what the next outfit looks like?"
Maxwell’s mind was instantly distracted.
Damn it!
He realized Evelyn was doing it on purpose, today he could forget about working peacefully.
With a sudden click, he hung up the phone abruptly.
Maxwell reached out and dialed Annie Davidson’s number.
"Check where Nia Mitchell is."
Annie raised an eyebrow, had the crazy Maxwell lost his wife again?
"In the XX Departnt Store."
"Beep—beep—beep—"
"......"
Crazy indeed, hung up the phone just like that, no manners, doesn’t know to say goodbye?
Annie looked disapprovingly at Owen Lewis sitting on the sofa to the side, full of displeasure.
"Don’t learn from him, unless you want to be led astray."
Owen Lewis turned to look at Annie, his big boss leading him astray?
Ha, what a joke?
"He’s very doting on his wife."
He said a sentence, a bit unclear, but Annie understood.
He was rebutting her earlier words, that was a point worth learning.
Annie’s lips curled up instantly, sitting there, she changed her sitting posture.
"Besides that, he doesn’t have much else worth learning."
Annie stubbornly retorted, still sitting there wanting to argue back.
"Your life was saved by him."
"..."
"Your current skills are also thanks to him."
"..."
"Your wealth and status now, and having a capable husband like , are also because of him."
"..."
"Owen Lewis, get out of here! Now! Imdiately! Right away!"
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