Royal Dynasty Hotel, this is the CEO’s domain.
If he’s still not reassured, there’s nothing else she can do.
"Do you really have to attend?"
Why spend such precious evening hours on a crowd of people she doesn’t even know?
He hasn’t seen her all day.
"Of course I have to."
Nia Mitchell finally realized that from now on, no matter what kind of party it is, her chances of attending would be few and far between.
The CEO’s possessiveness was too strong; before long, she might fall out of touch with society and end up with no friends.
"Why can’t you bring a plus-one? You could just allow others to bring theirs too, couldn’t you?"
Maxwell Peary still wanted to attend. He didn’t like the feeling of eating alone.
He used to find it peaceful, but now it felt lonely.
Nia Mitchell: ...!!!
She was utterly overwheld—does it have to be like this?
How co she hadn’t noticed Uncle was like this before?
"Uncle, could you not be like this?"
Nia Mitchell felt so ntally drained.
Listening to Nia Mitchell’s words, Maxwell Peary let out a slight sigh.
"Alright, have a good al, make sure to eat well."
Rabina Mitchell’s decision, it turns out, couldn’t be changed.
Maxwell Peary was finally persuaded in the end and stopped insisting.
Nia Mitchell won, and a smile once again spread across her face.
"Okay, okay, I’ll definitely co ho early. You have to wait for at ho, okay? Don’t go out."
Nia Mitchell promptly added.
"Haha, you can set fires but don’t allow others to light lamps?"
Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but chuckle at Nia Mitchell’s words.
Rabina Mitchell was so overbearing.
Yet...
This feeling was actually quite nice.
One has to admit, Maxwell Peary’s personality was truly hard to grasp.
Finding this pleasant—was he so kind of masochist?
"Yeah, yeah!"
Nia Mitchell admitted generously, smiling brightly as she spoke.
This look imdiately dazzled the other people in the office room.
"Nia Mitchell, are you talking to your boyfriend on the phone?"
Soone said this out loud.
Uh...
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, a bit displeased. Who was this, with no sense of manners?
She’s on the phone and yet this person talks to her directly, and so loudly.
So, Nia Mitchell chose to ignore it.
The result of ignoring was that those people beca even more aggressive.
"Isn’t it your boyfriend? That’s really strange, getting so flirty with just anyone."
On the other end of the call, the CEO heard these words loud and clear.
What’s going on?
Was Rabina Mitchell being targeted by colleagues?
"Nia Mitchell, it’s the end of the workday, don’t forget you’re treating us to dinner at Royal Dynasty Hotel."
Hazel Quartz chid in deliberately, her voice not low at all, clearly trying to let the person on the other end of the call hear.
She wanted to see the reaction of the person on the other end of the phone, knowing Nia Mitchell was treating guests at such a place like Royal Dynasty.
Maybe, it was an invisible grand show.
"I’m off work now, getting ready to leave, should I hang up?"
Nia Mitchell checked the ti, and indeed it was ti to clock out, so she said goodbye to the CEO.
"Okay."
Maxwell Peary nodded, after hanging up, he drove away from the Grand Gate Entrance and parked his car in a relatively hidden corner.
Since Nia Mitchell wasn’t planning to return ho, he definitely couldn’t let Rabina Mitchell know he was around here.
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