Nia Mitchell instantly dropped her pleading expression, draping herself all over Maxwell Peary like a little terror.
"I don't care! I don't care! Next week is too rushed. Let's wait until we have more time."
She adopted a bossy pose, kneeling on Maxwell's legs, her small hands hooked around his neck. In this position, she was just a tiny bit taller than him.
"I refuse. It has to be this week."
This has to be settled quickly. Without some pressure, Rabina will just keep stalling.
Nia instantly wilted. Her whole body went soft, and the hand around his neck moved to encircle his firm waist.
"How about we wait for Charles Northwood to return? We could invite everyone at once then; it'd save so much money, right?"
Nia fluttered her big, dewy eyes, continuously casting coquettish glances at him.
"Sit properly."
Maxwell moved her legs to one side, letting her sit sideways on his lap.
"Tell me about your friends, especially Charles Northwood."
