Parking lot, Nia Mitchell sat in the passenger seat and began fastening her seatbelt.
"How about we go to Madgar Pavilion for dinner later?"
Maxwell Peary had thought about it for a long time, deciding he should take the three guests out for dinner.
Even though the chef at home was top-notch and the food would definitely not be bad.
"Madgar Pavilion? Sounds great."
Nia Mitchell particularly liked the desserts over at Madgar Pavilion.
"If I'd known we were going to Madgar Pavilion, I wouldn't have drunk so much sweet soup this afternoon. I'm not hungry at all now."
Nia Mitchell pouted, looking adorably cute.
This little expression made Maxwell Peary fall in love with her; he reached out and pinched her little nose.
"Eat less, you overate last night."
Nia Mitchell: ...
Uncle, do you have to bring up such a spoiler at this moment?
Madgar Pavilion—
Evelyn Peary had previously received her brother's call and had already given orders early.
