Along the way, only Nia Mitchell kept talking, asking questions, while the CEO didn't say a word.
Very soon, the two returned to the villa on the hillside.
"Uncle, hurry and answer me."
Nia Mitchell felt her throat dry, but her curiosity was still very strong.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary helplessly reached out to touch her hair and took the bag from her hands.
When they reached the entrance hall, Maxwell Peary still helped her change her shoes just like before.
Frederick Goldsmith heard the commotion and came over, seeing the two of them so close, he was very happy.
"Pour a cup of water for the madam."
Seeing her chattering all the way, it would be strange if she wasn't thirsty by now.
"I want strawberry juice,"
Nia Mitchell immediately said.
Plain water was too tasteless and not good to drink.
"Ma'am, there's no strawberry in the kitchen today."
The butler expressed his helplessness.
