Maxwell Peary struggled to suppress his emotions, straining his ears for any sound on the other end of the phone. He hoped to hear Rabina Mitchell's soft voice, but he didn't. Instead, he clearly heard a man's booming, cold voice.
"Then you don't have a say in this."
"Let me go!"
Nia Mitchell backed away, her voice trembling.
"Behave, and come with us."
"AH, LET ME GO! LET GO! LET GO!"
Nia Mitchell suddenly bit down hard on the arm of the man in black.
"AH, HOW DARE YOU BITE ME!"
"Let me go, or you're all dead!"
Nia Mitchell threatened loudly. Only then did she remember that her phone call hadn't ended, so she quickly pressed the phone to her ear.
"Uncle, help me!" Nia Mitchell shouted in panic.
Maxwell Peary paced nervously back and forth at the banquet. Upon hearing Nia Mitchell's voice, he immediately clenched his fists.
"Don't be afraid. Go with them first."
