The weather is clear, the sun shines brightly.
Nia Mitchell sat in the CEO's Rolls-Royce and arrived at the entrance of Star Media.
"Uncle, you should hurry back to work. I'll have the driver come pick me up in the evening."
Nia Mitchell spoke sensibly.
Maxwell Peary's face looked a bit off; no matter what, he actually didn't want the driver to come pick up Rabina Mitchell.
Rabina Mitchell is his wife, why can't he come to pick her up himself?
"I'll come pick you up."
The CEO felt awkward inside, so he domineeringly said this.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, a bit unable to react.
It wasn't that the CEO's words were too sudden, but the CEO had his own work to deal with.
Star Media and MC Group aren't very close, and the off-work time happens to be at the same time.
No matter what, it's better for her to go straight home.
If the CEO were to come and pick her up, she'd have to wait quite a while at the company.
"I can come to pick you up early."
Nia Mitchell: ......
