"Controlling me?"
Maxwell Peary couldn't help but speak up.
Nia Mitchell felt embarrassed, her face turning red, feeling a bit unnatural.
It seems like men don't like women controlling them, telling them not to do this or that.
Thinking about this, she was at a loss for how to respond.
"Uncle, I... I'm actually not..."
It's not controlling, just a bit of concern.
"I like you controlling me."
Maxwell suddenly leaned in, whispering softly in her ear.
Bang!
Nia's face turned bright red, sitting there awkwardly without knowing what to do.
How could Maxwell say such things?
This is too...
And in this setting.
Andrew Davidson saw them sitting so close and noted Nia's flushed face.
Instantly very curious, wondering what the normally reserved CEO could have said to make Nia show such an expression?
But...
No matter how curious he was, he couldn't find out!
The boss wouldn't say anything.
"You're annoying."
Nia pushed the CEO away, then sat properly to the side.
