This is simply a case of lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot, it's inhumane.
However, that's a matter for later. The current Evelyn Peary is clueless.
An ignorant person naturally wouldn't have emotions they shouldn't have.
Cheerful and full of smiles, nodding vigorously, then driving off happily.
Nia Mitchell was left standing next to Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, are you really going over tonight?"
Nia found it a bit unbelievable that the CEO was so agreeable today, everything seemed a bit too surreal.
Maxwell Peary nodded.
"You don't want to go?"
Could it be that Rabina Mitchell doesn't actually like Madgar Pavilion, and his guess was wrong?
"No, no, I want to go."
Nia quickly shook her head, smiling broadly, getting directly into the CEO's car.
"Let's hurry to the company, or you'll be late for work."
Nia kindly reminded him.
Maxwell was taken aback, late?
As a CEO, does the concept of being late even apply when going to his own company?
