So yeah, Rabina really did wrong the CEO this time—he actually was just drinking water.
Some things, you really are blaming the wrong guy.
"Then, Uncle, what did your text message mean?"
Nia started voicing her doubts again.
Maxwell Peary frowned, sitting there, not quite sure how to explain this.
After all, Nia had no idea about that one hundred million USD.
Thinking of this, Maxwell sat there rubbing his temples.
"It's nothing."
Nia: ...
So the CEO was really just purely complimenting her for doing a good job?
She was starting to realize that the effect she'd hoped that text to the CEO would have was not happening at all.
"Uncle, are you busy right now? If you're busy, I'll hang up."
Forget it, forget it.
Zero love, okay.
As she said that, Maxwell was about to hang up.
"Wait."
Maxwell sat there, put down the pen in his hand, then leaned back in his chair.
"Give me a kiss before you hang up."
Nia: ...!!!
What the—!
Did she hear that wrong?
