Of course, in the end Maxwell Peary still didn’t say anything, just smiled and reached out to pat her little head.
After buying the shoes, the three of them decided to have lunch.
With Evelyn Peary’s introduction, they arrived at a Western Restaurant that seed quite stylish.
"Do you co here often?"
Seeing how the Manager was hosting Evelyn Peary, Maxwell Peary could tell there was more to it.
"Not really, just been coming here these past few days."
Evelyn Peary chuckled, this place used to be frequently visited by Yancy Hastings.
This Private Room was also Yancy Hastings’ room.
"There’s a very famous bottle of Wine here, can you guess?"
Evelyn Peary suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Maxwell Peary.
Very famous Wine?
"Are you going to tell that this Wine is Hastings’?"
Evelyn Peary shrugged happily and confird Maxwell Peary’s guess.
The Manager here was really stubborn; no matter how Evelyn tried earlier, he just wouldn’t bring out that bottle of Wine.
Speaking of which, Yancy Hastings has already passed away, what’s that Wine still doing there?
Waiting for him to reincarnate and co back to take it?
"He only had this tiny passion."
"Who said that? He had countless hobbies."
Evelyn Peary imdiately refuted Maxwell Peary, Yancy Hastings was one of those macho types who liked everything a man typically does.
Incredibly domineering.
It’s just a pity...
"Brother, do you think there’s any chance that he actually..."
Isn’t dead?
Evelyn Peary pondered for a long ti, without a body, isn’t there a possibility of being alive?
"Don’t let your mind wander."
Maxwell Peary was stunned for a mont and then lifted his glass of Wine in front of him and downed it.
Yancy Hastings was his best buddy.
His sacrifice was an insurmountable sadness for him.
Without saying much more, Evelyn Peary pursed his lips and shook his head.
No more words, no more talk.
Nia Mitchell sat on one side, feeling the topic between the two of them, feeling the sadness filling the Private Room.
It seed her uncle hadn’t truly moved on from Yancy Hastings’ death.
He just hid it too well.
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell’s soft voice ca through and she reached out to clasp his large hand.
"It’s okay."
Maxwell Peary sensed Rabina Mitchell’s concern and shook his head, comforting her.
Nia Mitchell nodded without saying anything more.
After finishing lunch, Evelyn Peary wanted to return to Madgar Pavilion, and Nia Mitchell also decided to go back to the Company with the CEO.
"Sis-in-law, why don’t you co with to Madgar Pavilion? Then my brother can join us for dinner there tonight."
Otherwise, Maxwell Peary would definitely just return to the Villa on the hillside.
Nia Mitchell smiled and shook her head.
"I’ll still go back to the Company with him, we can head over in the evening."
After all, it gets dark really late now, and when they get off work, the sun hasn’t set yet.
"Can you make that call?"
Evelyn Peary raised an eyebrow, looking a bit incredulously at Nia Mitchell.
Maxwell Peary stood by, watching Rabina Mitchell and slightly smirked.
"I’ll drive her over tonight."
If Rabina Mitchell wanted to go, she’d go.
It seed the food at Madgar Pavilion really suited Rabina Mitchell’s taste; when would he go and poach the Chef over there?
If Evelyn Peary knew that his repeated invitations made Maxwell Peary decide to do this, he would definitely...
Regret it for life.
Dammit!
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