After closing the door, Nia Mitchell turned around and awkwardly smiled at Charles Northwood and Fiona Sutton.
"Uh, just pretend you didn't see anything."
Nia Mitchell spoke uneasily and then walked over to the other side.
From behind, though, the sound of knocking came again.
Maxwell Peary wore a somber expression, his forehead veins bulging as he struggled to suppress his anger.
Ha.
What's going on with this Rabina Mitchell?
Is she expressing her protest in this manner?
This is simply baffling.
Maxwell Peary was fuming, wishing he could drag her out and give her a stern lesson back home.
But...
He couldn't.
This Rabina Mitchell was way too rebellious.
"Open the door!"
Maxwell Peary's voice carried his naturally cold tone, which Nia Mitchell could feel inside the room even through the door.
Damn.
So scary.
At this moment, there's no way she'd open the door. She was too scared to do anything, really.
"Charles Northwood, open the door!"
