Leon Blackwood slightly raised his eyebrows and nodded.
"Deal."
So, Nia Mitchell decisively got into Leon Blackwood's car, while one of his bodyguards drove her car.
In Leon Blackwood's car, there was a scent that Nia Mitchell had never encountered before.
This man was different from Maxwell Peary.
Though Maxwell Peary was domineering, stern, and forceful,
the man beside her had an indescribable air of mystery, along with a dark aura that made her afraid to get close.
Yes, a dark aura.
Nia Mitchell sat there, feeling very restrained, thought for a while, and then reached for her phone to call Maxwell Peary.
"Do you report everything to him?"
Nia Mitchell was startled, turning her head to look at Leon Blackwood.
"This is not reporting."
Telling Maxwell Peary was because they were married, and if she couldn't return home on time, she obviously had to inform him.
