Nia Mitchell was lying alone on the sofa, too full to want to move, but because of this, she felt time was even harder to endure.
She reached out to pick up her phone, a smile spreading across her face as she dialed.
She didn't know what kind of banquet her uncle was attending, or whether he'd be able to answer the phone.
Maxwell Peary was standing on the shore, about to leave when unexpectedly his phone rang.
"Hmm? What's up?"
Maxwell immediately softened, his voice filled with indulgence.
This side of Maxwell shocked everyone.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Young Master Peary, who seemed not to favor his son, had a daughter hidden somewhere.
"Uncle, is the banquet fun?"
The banquet had many elegantly dressed young ladies; she wondered if anyone had caught Maxwell's eye.
"Why? You like it?"
He didn't expect that after last night's events, Rabina would still enjoy banquets.
Nia Mitchell pouted slightly; the banquet was fun, with food, drinks, and handsome men.
