Nia Mitchell was taken aback, somewhat in disbelief about what Maxwell Peary had just said.
Was he introducing her?
No, that's not right. Why would he introduce her to Alan Morgan's father?
Nia looked at the CEO, hoping he would provide some explanation.
"Ah, so you're Mrs. Peary."
Mr. Morgan stood up, extending his hand to shake Nia's.
Seeing this, Nia extended her hand in return, but it was suddenly seized mid-reach by the CEO.
Eh…
Nia blushed, looking at her right hand, which was tightly held. She felt somewhat embarrassed.
Clearly, Nia was not the only one feeling awkward. There was also Mr. Morgan, standing in front of them, his right hand awkwardly outstretched.
Maxwell glared at Mr. Morgan's outstretched hand. It was quite an eyesore.
His Rabina was not someone others could casually touch. Her soft little paws belonged to him alone.
"Mr. Morgan, if there is nothing else, you may leave."
Maxwell stood there with a cold face, pulling Nia aside.
"Hey—"
