「The next day.」
Early in the morning, Nia Mitchell groggily opened her eyes and rubbed them. The person beside her was already gone. She stretched and then looked at the time.
Only seven o'clock.
Why did the CEO get up so early today?
Nia Mitchell got right up, changed her clothes, washed up, and casually combed her hair a couple of times before heading downstairs.
"Uncle?"
Before she had even finished descending the staircase, Nia Mitchell's voice traveled from the second floor to the first.
In the first-floor Living Room, Maxwell Peary, casually dressed, was sitting on the sofa opposite Silvia Waterborne.
Hearing the voice, Silvia Waterborne raised an eyebrow and looked at Maxwell Peary.
"Maxwell Peary, is she calling you?"
Uncle?
PFFT—
Why didn't she know that her son, with his stoic face, had such… unusual tastes?
"AHEM!"
Maxwell Peary stood up, flustered, and started towards the stairs. Before he even reached the staircase, he saw Nia Mitchell coming down.
