Maxwell Peary couldn't be bothered to argue with her about these things; the future could wait.
If he really wanted to do something, as long as he made her happy, what reason would she have to refuse?
Yeah, the CEO thought his idea was simply brilliant.
Alright, that's settled.
Madgar Pavilion——
Nia Mitchell sat in the passenger seat, taking deep breaths repeatedly, and only got out of the car after Maxwell's constant urging.
The lobby of Madgar Pavilion was bustling, and many people saw Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary walking toward the Private Booth.
In an instant, everyone started gossiping about that sensational incident again.
However, no one dared to discuss it openly, all of them whispering instead.
Due to her status, Silvia Waterborne couldn't go out to greet them, so she sat alone, bored, inside the booth.
When she saw Nia Mitchell coming in, she immediately approached with a beaming smile.
"Nia, come here quickly, sit over here."
