Nia Mitchell dashed out of the hotel, but found no one outside. Had Uncle Peary left? She hung her head in desolation.
The air conditioning had been on throughout the party, so the temperature in her evening dress was just right. Outside, however, it was a bit cold. She shivered and was about to take out her phone to call her driver when several people suddenly appeared before her. There were men and women among them, holding notebooks and pens, with large cameras hanging around their necks.
"Nia Mitchell, what's your relationship with Young Master Peary?" one of the men asked, immediately pointing a device at her.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback. Was that a voice recorder?
"Who are you?" Why had these people suddenly rushed up to her, asking about her relationship with Uncle Peary?
"I'm a journalist with Star Media," the man replied, continuing to point the voice recorder at her.
A journalist?
