Perhaps, this was the feeling of being cared for.
He wore a smile all the way, and they soon arrived at Royal View Villa.
Stepping onto this path once again, Nia Mitchell looked at the flowers planted on both sides and, surprisingly, felt indifferent.
"It's that one up ahead."
Nia Mitchell pointed to a villa in front of them, then led Maxwell Peary over.
"I designed many parts of the interior here. How unpredictable life is. Back then, I must have been so foolish not to realize Hendry Hampton had no feelings for me."
She took out the key from her bag and was about to unlock the door when she paused.
"Uncle, would this be considered breaking and entering?"
Her eyes widened in sudden fear; she didn't want to drag Maxwell Peary into these messy affairs.
"Breaking and entering? Even if you blew this place up, I'd cover for you."
Maxwell Peary confidently took the keys from Nia Mitchell's hand, unlocked the door nonchalantly, and walked in first.
HMM.
