Maxwell Peary was truly furious, angrily clicking on the message.
He wanted to see what exactly she wanted to say, not doing her own Madgar Pavilion work in broad daylight, but sending him a message instead.
He had already concluded that Evelyn Peary definitely didn't have anything urgent.
And didn't think, if it were something important, she would have called.
A message?
Just a pastime when bored.
Damn it!
However, upon seeing the message, the anger on his face suddenly froze, and he sat there dumbfounded.
Evelyn Peary didn't say anything, just sent a photo.
It was little Rabina!
Such a beautiful little Rabina.
It's rare to see her in a dress, especially one of a completely different style.
She stood there, a bit uneasy, but the beauty exuding from inside made his throat tighten instantly.
Maxwell swallowed hard, hesitating about how to speak to Evelyn when another photo was sent over.
This one, Nia Mitchell was wearing a pure white long dress, like a fairy.
