Having learned Nia Mitchell's whereabouts, Maxwell Peary left the company immediately.
Poor upper management, still unaware of the situation, anxiously enduring the longest ten minutes of their lives.
Ten minutes later, everyone sat in the conference room trembling, their faces ashen, waiting for the impending storm.
But then...
Eleven minutes later...
Fifteen minutes later...
Half an hour later...
Oh my gosh!
Young Master Peary has actually left the company?
This bunch only learned of the news at this point, everyone sweating profusely, slumped in their chairs, panting heavily.
This is not a humane task, simply not a humane task.
Excessive, Young Master Peary, this is not a meeting, this is corporal punishment, corporal punishment!
Miserable!
Meanwhile, Maxwell Peary didn't care about the people in the conference room; he was already at the shopping mall, heading directly to the clothing shop.
As soon as he stepped inside, the salesperson immediately approached.
