Nia Mitchell sat by the dining table, looking visibly upset.
"I can live wherever I want; after all, I'm not your wife."
Alright, she admitted she was a bit angry.
Listening to these words filled with complaints and jealousy, the CEO's footsteps paused for a moment.
Um...
His wife was jealous, and it felt great.
"Stay right where you are; I'll come to you immediately."
After saying that, a click, and he hung up.
Nia Mitchell was speechless, sitting there still visibly unhappy.
He calls when he wants and hangs up when he wants; how could he be so capricious?
Next time, she definitely wouldn't answer his call.
"What's the matter?"
Charles Northwood looked at Nia Mitchell sitting there, a bit curious.
"It's nothing, Maxwell Peary called."
Mentioning Maxwell Peary made Fiona Sutton frown as well.
"Did something happen between you and Maxwell Peary?"
Even the straightforward Fiona Sutton sensed something was a bit off with her.
