It's always been Charles Northwood, and he always will protect them.
Nia Mitchell pouted. Fine, if he obviously didn't want to talk, she couldn't force him.
She didn't say anything more and just kept on eating.
"When the time is right, I'll tell you everything. For now, you just need to do your own thing."
Charles Northwood couldn't help adding that, hoping she could live well.
"I got it. It's not like I can force anything anyway."
Stuff like this, she had no way to push him.
Nia Mitchell ate her food in peace, when Maxwell Peary's call came in.
"Hello?"
"You're having a meal with Charles Northwood?"
Maxwell Peary opened with that one line, leaving Nia Mitchell completely stunned.
What now?
She really was having a meal with Charles Northwood.
But how did the CEO know?
"Yeah?"
Nia Mitchell blinked, her mind full of question marks.
"How come you're eating with him today? You should be working properly at Star Media, and yet you ran off to…"
