Nia Mitchell choked. She found it truly hard to imagine that lively person getting drunk and saying such things.
Uncle Peary must have been very upset when he heard that.
No, I have to change the subject, or the CEO will be upset for days.
Truth be told, Rabina, you were overthinking things.
"Uncle, will you come with me to the Royal View Villa? I was supposed to get my luggage last time I went, but I couldn't."
Nia Mitchell looked at Maxwell Peary expectantly, hoping he would agree.
Maxwell Peary gazed into her eyes. They weren't short of anything here; there were plenty of clothes and necessities. Her insistence on going to the Royal View Villa to fetch her luggage must mean she'd left something important there.
"Alright, I'll go upstairs to get a jacket, and then I'll go with you."
With that, Maxwell Peary strode upstairs, quickly grabbed a suit jacket, and came back down.
Nia Mitchell looked up at Maxwell Peary as he descended the stairs, feeling a little mesmerized.
