A trace of surprise flashed across Nia Mitchell's eyes, but she was still very glad she chose to trust him.
What Mrs. Huangfu said wasn't wrong at all; the key was the present.
"I'm already grown up, how can I let something like this affect me?"
Nia Mitchell looked proud, sitting over there in an extremely good mood.
All of a sudden, the CEO had that feeling of "a daughter of my family has just grown up"—a bit relieved, a bit tender, a bit reluctant. Very complicated.
"There actually isn't much between Anne Davidson and me, it's just… I feel pretty guilty toward her."
Speaking of guilt, Maxwell Peary really was feeling remorseful.
"There's a lot, a whole lot of stories in there, it's not something I can finish in one go. But don't worry, I'll handle this properly."
This matter wasn't hard to resolve; the key point lay with EdbertNia Mitchell.
So he would pick an easier point of entry to make his move.
"Mmm, I believe you."
