Maxwell Peary curved his lips upward, his eyes filled with cunning. Nia Mitchell had never seen him like this before.
"Who said it's your turn to make decisions for the Walker Family?"
Maxwell pressed the car's accelerator, showing no emotion, turning the steering wheel sharply. The car made a broad turn and headed back in the same direction it came from.
Charles Northwood, driving behind him, frowned. Had Maxwell sensed that he was being followed?
Without giving it much thought, Charles continued pursuing him.
With such a sharp turn, even if Maxwell hadn't previously noticed the tail, he certainly did now.
Looking through the rearview mirror, Maxwell noticed the rather average car trailing him.
Surprisingly, Charles Northwood of the esteemed Northwood Family, was driving such a mediocre car. It's unclear what these so-called aristocratic families were truly striving for.
