Maxwell Peary's brows furrowed even more, thoughtfully staring at this room.
"Since this is your design, how can you let the Hampton family stay in it?"
Maxwell Peary had no intention of sparing the Hampton family in the first place; reducing them to nothing was the lightest punishment he could mete out. It seemed he needed to execute his plan promptly; otherwise, they might assume the renowned Young Master Peary was only capable of so little.
"I can't help it; after all, this is someone else's home."
Her helpless remark, unbeknownst to her, was what made Maxwell Peary the owner of this villa. However, even after buying this villa, Maxwell Peary never lived in it. As for why?
Did that even need to be asked? This villa was the new home Nia Mitchell and Hendry Hampton had prepared. Who knew how awkward he would feel living in it.
"Strange, I left my luggage here last time. Why is it gone?"
Nia Mitchell frowned, searching everywhere. "I'll go out and look for it."
