Belinda Swan wiped her tears, her expression resolute.
"I have never harbored any hidden agenda; I am upright and open. Everything I do is for your own good. Do you really think you and Nia Mitchell have a future?"
In this world, only she could be a match for Maxwell Peary. Who did Nia Mitchell think she was, anyway?
"Oh?" Maxwell responded faintly, his composure a stark contrast to her agitation.
"Young Master Peary, Nia Mitchell is just an ordinary person; you're only momentarily intrigued. We can get engaged first. As for marriage, we can wait until you're ready. How about that?"
Her face was filled with hope, but to others, she looked as deranged as a lunatic.
Maxwell Peary shook his head.
"Belinda Swan, that surgically altered face of yours gives me nightmares."
Maxwell dropped the bomb without offering any other explanation, revealing such a huge secret.
The air crackled with disbelief. "What? Belinda Swan had plastic surgery?"
