In the CEO Office, Maxwell Peary's hand, holding his pen, trembled slightly; he really couldn't stand the grating sound from a certain young woman.
He raised his hand to his forehead, feeling the urge to tape Rabina's mouth shut.
Does she really have to be like this? Does she?
She's going too far. She clearly has no intention of letting him work in peace.
"Don't you want to go home soon?"
Maxwell Peary lifted his head, decisively put down the pen in his hand, got up, and walked towards the sofa.
Seeing this display, Nia Mitchell's heart immediately constricted. Uncle Peary isn't angry, is he?
Thinking about Maxwell Peary's serious expression when he worked—he must be a workaholic.
A workaholic whose work is interrupted will definitely be furious.
Uh oh, she realized her mistake now. She should have just sat quietly on the sofa and waited patiently.
Hmm, what should she do now?
The CEO is already walking over!
