A double entendre, instantly causing Old Mr. Peary to burst into laughter.
"Not bad, not bad, not bad indeed."
Old Mr. Peary was in a great mood; it had been a long ti since he laughed so heartily.
"I just don’t understand why I haven’t heard that the Northwood Family has a second young master?"
Seeing Charles Northwood like this, a thought instantly occurred to Old Mr. Peary.
Evelyn is currently single, and if this second young master has so skills, he would be a suitable match for Evelyn.
The family background is impressive, no issue there, and he is also quite handso.
He would be an ideal son-in-law.
"The Northwood Family only has a first young master, but... a second young master will soon appear."
He didn’t elaborate; this was a Northwood family matter, outsiders didn’t need to know.
This second young master isn’t disliked by the family; he simply doesn’t like the family.
Since childhood, he had been drifting outside due to certain events, when he later had the opportunity to return, he didn’t like that place.
So he stayed outside all the ti, enjoying his freedom.
It’s just that the group of old codgers kept urging him back, and now that he had an opportunity, he ought to seize it.
Old Mr. Peary was taken aback upon hearing this.
"I wonder if the second young master is married."
Charles Northwood frowned slightly, unsure why he suddenly brought up this matter.
As if it instantly clicked, the Peary Clan still has an unmarried daughter, Evelyn Peary.
"I’m sorry,"
In four words, he declined.
He didn’t offer any further explanation, and Old Mr. Peary thought he might already be married, only able to regretfully shake his head.
What a pity. Such a good match, and they hadn’t realized earlier.
Belinda Swan, standing over there, appeared slightly disappointed upon hearing this.
She didn’t expect that this man was already married.
Instantly, the admiration on her face seed to crack a little.
"I wonder, what brings the second young master here?"
Since they couldn’t form an alliance, they might as well discuss business.
Charles Northwood smiled, his expression unchanged, sitting there with an amiable deanor like a gentle spring breeze.
"I am here for Nia Mitchell."
He straightforwardly expressed his intention, not planning to beat around the bush.
This matter cannot be delayed.
He feared that postponing might lead to sothing undesirable.
"Nia Mitchell?"
Old Mr. Peary’s expression instantly shifted, his brows tightly knitted.
He hadn’t anticipated that this person ca for that woman.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Old Mr. Peary was prepared to feign ignorance; this matter was the Peary Clan’s issue, not for the Northwood Family to ddle in.
Charles Northwood’s expression altered with Old Mr. Peary’s words.
"Trust , it’s best if you hand her over; otherwise, you might regret everything."
In that mont, where was the gentleness in Charles Northwood any longer?
The entire aura he emitted was filled with dominance, his slightly curved lips sending chills down one’s spine.
eting his gaze directly, warning bells rang in Old Mr. Peary’s heart.
It had been years since he felt this way.
The man before him might be on par with Maxwell Peary.
However, anyone with a bit of standing would detest being threatened.
Especially soone like Old Mr. Peary, of an advanced age, with an air that commands respect.
"This is a Peary Clan matter. Since when did the Northwood Family start ddling?"
A direct statent, this was a refusal to Charles Northwood.
Charles Northwood frowned; his response was contained within his tone, but...
It was too infuriating.
"Old Mr. Peary, I am speaking to you calmly now, but once I walk out this door, things will be different."
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