But then, having precise intuition at tis is quite useless.
Because she simply can’t refuse the CEO’s various requests.
Oh no!
Maxwell Peary squinted his eyes, frowned slightly, and before he could say anything, Nia Mitchell had already scurried back to his side with her bowl and chopsticks.
"Uncle, I’ve realized the dishes on your side taste the best."
Nia Mitchell put on a serious face for a mont and continued to eat.
Maxwell Peary twitched the corner of his mouth. This little Rabina Mitchell, who is she mimicking?
The CEO didn’t realize that Nia Mitchell at this mont was exactly mimicking Silvia Waterborne and Evelyn Peary from earlier.
Clearly, she was learning from those two.
"I’ll deal with you when we get back tonight."
Maxwell Peary dropped this line, then placed a piece of fish from his chopsticks into Nia Mitchell’s bowl.
Nia Mitchell shrank her neck and shivered all over.
Tonight... deal with...
Nia Mitchell gulped, her taste buds no longer functioning, unable to taste anything.
Her mind was flooded with ways the CEO might deal with people tonight, her face instantly flushed red.
"You... you... you scoundrel!"
After holding it in for a while, that’s all she could say, unable to articulate any more accusing words.
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrows, a scoundrel?
Alright, he confessed.
So he nodded generously.
Nia Mitchell: ......
......
After dinner, both Silvia Waterborne and Evelyn Peary hadn’t shown up.
With nothing else happening, they decided to leave.
"We’re getting ready to go."
After making a phone call, the two of them reached the door, and Evelyn Peary chased after them, out of breath.
"You’re leaving without even saying a word, it’s so annoying!"
Evelyn Peary bent over, panting heavily, standing there with a full face of displeasure.
"Didn’t I call you?"
Maxwell Peary said matter-of-factly, without considering that he could call while walking outside.
"Is that what you call a phone call? I went to the private room first, found that it was empty, and then chased you here."
Oh no!
What did she ever do to deserve such a brother?
"Well, you found , right? What is it?"
Maxwell Peary clearly didn’t want to dawdle with her, simply asking the reason for her pursuit.
"It’s simple, Mom wants you to go to Grandpa’s place with her tomorrow, and then... hey hey! Don’t leave! Bro!!"
Before Evelyn Peary could finish, Maxwell Peary said nothing, reached out, and pulled Nia Mitchell towards the car.
He swiftly opened the passenger door, put Nia Mitchell inside, closed the door, and glanced at the anxious person hopping in place over there.
"Not possible."
Dominance!
He threw down those three words, got in the car, and drove away!
Evelyn Peary was left standing there, her mouth twitching.
A crow flew by, leaving Evelyn Peary a bit confused; this matter was supposed to help her brother, so why did he refuse?
"Uncle?"
In the car, Nia Mitchell also sensed sothing unusual, and called out to Maxwell Peary.
"Mm."
He responded with a flat tone, making it hard to discern any emotions.
"Don’t be mad, things will blow over eventually."
Nia Mitchell pouted, her voice as soft and sweet as ever, making her sound extraordinarily endearing.
Maxwell Peary nodded, didn’t speak, and continued driving.
The car turned silent again.
Suddenly, a phone rang, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet car.
Nia Mitchell quickly fished out her phone, saw that it was Edbert Mitchell calling, and instantly felt a bit dazed.
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