She wanted to tell herself that all of this was fake.
But...
Maxwell Peary’s voice, she wouldn’t mistake it.
Such a cold one that rolled through, how could she convince herself that all of this was a misunderstanding?
Sorrow filled her heart, and she just sat on the sofa crying.
Frederick Goldsmith looked troubled. Madam had eaten little at noon, insisting on waiting for Young Master to return for dinner, and she must be very weak at this ti.
He offered a tissue to Nia Mitchell.
"Madam, it must be a misunderstanding. Don’t overthink it. Maybe call Young Master first or eat sothing; otherwise, you’ll feel unwell."
Nia Mitchell ignored the butler’s advice, shook her head, and said nothing.
As ti ticked away, Nia Mitchell gradually fell asleep on the sofa in that position.
Seeing this, the butler sighed, turned to fetch a blanket, and walked over.
Gently placing the blanket over her, he felt particularly tender as he saw her furrowed brows.
Not knowing what was wrong with Young Master, he had made many calls without getting any answer.
Royal Dynasty Hotel—
Silvia Waterborne arrived here and asked the staff at the front desk, only to learn that Maxwell Peary and Belinda Swan had checked out and left.
Damn it!
Her face was full of anger, but she found herself unable to reach Maxwell Peary.
So she called Alan Morgan.
At this ti, Alan Morgan was unaware of what was happening outside, as his entire focus was on Gerry Peary.
Gerry Peary had just co out of the operating room, not fully awake yet, and was under observation in the Intensive Care Unit.
Looking at his adorable little face, Alan Morgan’s heart ached.
As he watched his chubby cheeks begin to thin out, Alan Morgan’s eyes reddened.
Gradually, his eyes beca bloodshot, and exhausted, he lay down in the Waiting Room for a brief rest.
The phone suddenly rang, waking up the already restless Alan Morgan.
"Hello?"
Alan Morgan didn’t look at the caller ID and answered directly.
"Find Maxwell Peary imdiately for ."
Alan Morgan froze, listening to the voice on the phone and glancing at the caller ID.
Silvia Waterborne?
What’s wrong with the CEO?
Missing?
"What happened to the boss?"
Alan Morgan asked, which entirely sparked Silvia Waterborne’s fury.
"Don’t you know? Do you even read the news? Go take a look yourself, I need to know where he is within half an hour."
Snap!
Silvia Waterborne hung up, leaving Alan Morgan a bit bewildered.
The news?
Reaching for the remote control, he turned on the TV.
Young Master Peary is quite sothing, a figure admired by everyone in Capital Town.
A remarkable person like him, whenever there’s news, it’s naturally broadcasted constantly.
But in this, there’s also the influence of Edbert Nia Mitchell, the CEO of Star dia, a powerhouse in the entertainnt company circle.
Alan Morgan pulled a face after watching the tabloid news.
Maxwell Peary and Belinda Swan booked a room?
Ha-ha!
What the hell?
This is just impossible because Maxwell Peary has always disliked Belinda Swan.
If that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t have rejected the match, ignoring everything without any concern.
And now the reports say Maxwell Peary and Belinda Swan booked a room?
Is this implying that Maxwell Peary’s brain has issues?
Alan Morgan also got intensely intrigued by this matter, feeling the need to figure it out.
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