MC Group
As soon as it hit five o'clock, everyone left work, and Nia Mitchell was aimlessly tidying up.
"Nia Mitchell, why do you seem so down today?"
Diana Hill curiously looked at her, wondering why she still seemed so glum even after work.
"I'm not unhappy, probably just a bit tired."
Is this the rumored Monday Syndrome?
"Well, I'm off then."
Diana waved her hand. Every time she invited Nia Mitchell to leave together, she would refuse, so this time Diana didn't say much either.
Watching Diana leave, Nia Mitchell sighed and, sitting in her seat, took out the new phone.
Her SIM card had already been installed in it, and she dialed Maxwell Peary's number.
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed has been switched off. Please try again later, sorry..."
Hearing the cold female voice on the phone, Nia Mitchell hung up, her head bowed.
Maxwell Peary must still be on the plane right now.
He didn't even tell her why he had to leave so hurriedly.
Forget it!
Never mind!
