Nia Mitchell naturally didn't know the CEO's thoughts; she simply thought that he couldn't bear to let her drive to work.
Understanding this as caring, a certain little Rabina Mitchell's face lit up with a smile.
"It's too hard on Uncle that way. I can let the chauffeur drive me."
Nia Mitchell rarely used the chauffeur, but the chauffeur had always been working here.
Many times, when they went out, the chauffeur would drive behind them.
To prevent any unusual incidents, there was always a plan in place.
"I'll drive."
Maxwell Peary spoke firmly, refusing to take no for an answer, his face full of determination.
Edbert was clearly openly trying to undermine the little Rabina Mitchell's decisions. He would not let Edbert have the opportunity to get close to the little Rabina.
"Alright."
Nia Mitchell had always found it hard to refuse the CEO, so she nodded and agreed.
Seeing her agree, Maxwell Peary extended his hand to lead her to the sofa in the living room.
