Hearing Nia Mitchell's words, Maxwell Peary immediately frowned.
"I'm turning around to go to your company now. Don't hang up, don't be afraid, wait for me."
Understanding things sharply, how could Maxwell Peary not grasp what Nia Mitchell was trying to express?
Not on good terms, standing nearby, phone lost, police report, security guards and police.
This series of details, just by thinking a bit, made it clear that Nia Mitchell was implying that the phone was probably in her bag.
Upon hearing this, how could Maxwell Peary possibly stay calm?
So, he stayed on the call and immediately turned around, hitting the gas.
Fortunately, he had just left Star Media, so he could get there in less than five minutes.
"Got it."
Nia Mitchell nodded, her soft voice tinged with grievance.
At this moment, hearing the CEO's voice was incredibly comforting.
Maxwell Peary knew she must be very nervous, so he started talking about this and that with her.
