Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind, deep and magnetic, naturally drawing people in.
Maxwell Peary appeared in the Living Room in his usual formal black suit.
After having lunch, he went out to handle some matters and was planning to spend some quality time with Nia Mitchell afterward.
He didn't expect to hear all this upon returning.
For fuck's sake.
What kind of friends are these?
They do nothing but persuade his wife to get a divorce right here.
"You're back?"
Nia Mitchell turned her head to look at Maxwell Peary, her expression changed slightly, yet it was hard to read any emotional change.
Ever since Maxwell Peary entered, Charles Northwood's entire demeanor had been shifting.
At this moment, he really wanted to have a good talk with Maxwell Peary.
Is this what he means by properly protecting Nia Mitchell?
Has Young Master Peary fallen to such a degree already?
"Yeah, I've mostly taken care of things, so you don't need to worry."
