Contrary to Andrew's disbelief, Nia Mitchell felt the meal was perfectly reasonable.
Of course, to boldly express her feelings for the CEO, she kept serving him food.
"Uncle, try this."
She really looked like a child.
However, she was genuinely adorable in this manner.
"Okay."
Maxwell Peary didn't refuse anything; whatever Nia Mitchell served, he ate.
For the first time, during this meal, he hadn't served himself much at all; everything was served by Nia Mitchell.
Quickly, the meal was finished.
Nia Mitchell was full, sipping on the juice in front of her.
Maxwell Peary drank some wine due to today's special occasion.
The room was filled with the scent of wine, but there was no smell of smoke.
Annie Davidson was holding a wine glass, drinking continuously.
"You should drink a little less."
Owen Lewis finally couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the wine glass from her hand.
"What are you doing?"
Owen Lewis's voice was a bit loud.
