But then, having precise intuition at times is quite useless.
Because she simply can't refuse the CEO's various requests.
Oh no!
Maxwell Peary squinted his eyes, frowned slightly, and before he could say anything, Nia Mitchell had already scurried back to his side with her bowl and chopsticks.
"Uncle, I've realized the dishes on your side taste the best."
Nia Mitchell put on a serious face for a moment and continued to eat.
Maxwell Peary twitched the corner of his mouth. This little Rabina Mitchell, who is she mimicking?
The CEO didn't realize that Nia Mitchell at this moment was exactly mimicking Silvia Waterborne and Evelyn Peary from earlier.
Clearly, she was learning from those two.
"I'll deal with you when we get back tonight."
Maxwell Peary dropped this line, then placed a piece of fish from his chopsticks into Nia Mitchell's bowl.
Nia Mitchell shrank her neck and shivered all over.
Tonight... deal with...
