Just two minutes before arriving at the Royal Dynasty Hotel, Nia Mitchell remembered that the CEO hadn't answered her earlier question at all.
He's so formally dressed in a suit—what's he planning to do?Dressed like that, he's definitely going out.
"Miss, we've arrived."
As per Nia Mitchell's request, the driver parked the car around a corner, a hundred meters from the Royal Dynasty Hotel.
"Alright, you can head back first. When I'm done, I'll call you in advance. Wait for me here then."
The driver nodded. Watching Nia Mitchell's retreating figure, he didn't leave immediately but instead pulled out his phone to make a call.
"Young Master, the Young Miss has gone inside."
Maxwell Peary was still seated in his car, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Alright, you can head back first. Miss Mitchell will be riding with me tonight."
"Understood."
After ending the call, a faint smile touched Maxwell Peary's lips.
