Maxwell Peary extended his right hand so stiffly, his eyes slightly squinted.
A face full of danger.
Is she serious now?
"Whether you're Mrs. Peary or not, you should know that yourself, right?"
Maxwell Peary didn't think this was a point worth getting angry about, seeing her being so awkward made him a bit displeased.
Nia Mitchell stood over there, head down, feeling very dejected.
But, despite this, she still hoped she could toughen up, not be overshadowed by Maxwell Peary's aura.
Unbeknownst to her, the former Nia Mitchell used to be as docile as a cat in front of Maxwell Peary.
Now, well, she's still a cat, just a puffed-up one.
"I don't know, anyway, everyone outside now thinks Belinda Swan is Mrs. Peary, and you haven't clarified."
Nia Mitchell was mad about this.
Maxwell Peary's abilities are right there, his deterrence so powerful, how could he not settle this issue?
So now, with Belinda Swan still flaunting, it's because the CEO hasn't dealt with it.
