Seeing Nia Mitchell run away so fast she disappeared in the blink of an eye, Maxwell Peary didn't bother to chase after her immediately. Instead, he stood still and looked at the butler.
"When the lady is at work this afternoon, if the flowers die, remember to replace them with identical ones."
Frederick Goldsmith nodded repeatedly, looking at the flowers with a heartache. Madam, are you aware of how much money these flowers cost?
Watching Maxwell Peary walking away, Frederick Goldsmith shook his head in disbelief. Such extravagance! What a waste!
Nia Mitchell went back to her Bedroom, changed into her housewear, and only saw Maxwell Peary entering their home and changing his shoes on the long bench after she got down the stairs.
"Uncle, you're so slow. Are you getting old?"
Nia Mitchell strutted over, her lips pouting. He clearly wasn't competing with her, and yet she had run back like a madwoman alone. How boring!
Ugh.
