Maxwell Peary stood angrily inside the study, punching the desk again.
"Alright, Nia Mitchell, you like going out with Leon Blackwood, don't you? Then have the guts not to come back tonight, go home with him!"
With these words, Maxwell Peary instantly hung up the phone.
Nia Mitchell was startled, having never seen Maxwell Peary so angry.
She reached out to look at her phone, anxiously dialing back immediately.
But...
It was turned off!
Maxwell Peary actually turned off his phone.
Nia Mitchell never imagined Maxwell Peary would go to such lengths. Tears fell down, one after another.
She urgently sat down on the sofa, head lowered, feeling very upset.
She didn't know how Maxwell Peary found out about this matter, and she didn't know he'd be so angry.
Thinking of this, Nia Mitchell immediately called Frederick Goldsmith.
"Young Madam, how can you attend a wine event with another man?"
Frederick Goldsmith was equally puzzled, his tone filled with disapproval.
