Impossible, Uncle Peary couldn't possibly get a room with Belinda Swan.
Immediately, she grabbed her phone and dialed the CEO's number.
After a long series of tones, no one answered.
Nia Mitchell's eyes reddened as she looked at the photos in the news. Although it was just a silhouette, she clearly knew that it was indeed Maxwell Peary.
The woman beside him was indeed Belinda Swan.
Get a room?
How could it be possible?
How could Uncle possibly get a room with Belinda Swan?
Nia Mitchell's hands trembled as she held the phone, hugging her knees tightly.
The phone rang, breaking the silence of the Living Room, and the caller ID showed it was Silvia Waterborne.
"Mom."
Nia Mitchell was a bit flustered, her voice tinged with a slight tremor.
She couldn't believe it all. At this moment, Silvia Waterborne's call undoubtedly provided her with a safe harbor.
