"Whether she's good or bad doesn't concern me. If you're here for Maxwell Peary, he isn't here. You can leave now."
Nia Mitchell didn't know what to say to these people. Luckily, they weren't here for her, so it shouldn't be wrong of her to show them the door.
But her attitude made Victoria Perez grit her teeth in frustration; Nia Mitchell stood there playing the saint, seemingly dismissing them with such ease.
Impossible!
"No one's heart is as black as yours, Nia Mitchell, right? Let me tell you, you better pray Young Master Peary doesn't grow tired of you. Haven't you already tasted what it's like to fall into the mire?"
Victoria Perez had a sharp tongue and spared no one. So what if Robert Perez was there? She would say whatever she wanted. No one in this world had the right to shut her up.
"Victoria, watch your mouth! Have you forgotten why we're here today?"
