The next day, Nia Mitchell got into her usual ride to work with Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, do you know much about your secretary?"
Nia sat beside Maxwell, hesitating for a long time before finally speaking up.
No, no, no, Phoebe Walker is all I can think about, and she seems rather formidable.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, setting down the file in his hand. Nia's question intrigued him.
"What's up?"
Maxwell shifted his position, curious as to why she was being so hesitant today.
Even though he was the CEO of MC and possessed a high IQ, he still couldn't guess Nia's little scheme.
Nia thought for a very long time, still unsure how to bring it up.
"That Phoebe Walker... what do you... think about her..."
Maxwell was suddenly interested. Is my little wife... jealous?
No, no, no, I should tease her a bit.
"Are you talking about Phoebe Walker, the leader of the Secretary Department's Group A?"
