After hearing it all, Maxwell Peary nodded.
Watching Rabina Mitchell put away the key, his tightly knitted brows did not relax at all.
It wasn't until Henry Northwood left that Maxwell Peary let out an annoyed grunt.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing the CEO's discomfort, Nia Mitchell immediately asked.
"This is the last time you hold someone else's key; from now on, it's absolutely not allowed."
The feeling was really too awful; he wished he could throw this key out right away.
Seeing Maxwell Peary like this, Nia Mitchell instantly burst into laughter.
Haha!
Uncle Peary is jealous?
Thinking of this, she immediately placed another piece of green pepper onto the plate in Maxwell Peary's hand.
"Uncle, you're really too cute like this."
Nia Mitchell daringly used the word 'cute' to describe Maxwell Peary, her face full of joy.
Hearing her words, Maxwell Peary's expression darkened.
"What did you call me? Hm?"
