When Samuel Peary saw Yancy Hastings approaching, he frowned instantly.
"Yancy, what do you think you're doing, bringing so many men here this late?"
These juniors, one after another, no longer held him in any regard.
Yancy Hastings' hawk-like eyes narrowed as he glanced at the men in black who had been blocking Nia Mitchell.
"I've come to take her away."
He stated his purpose directly. Yancy Hastings had no time to beat around the bush with him.
"Hmph! Was it Maxwell who sent you?"
Samuel didn't even need to ask; he knew Maxwell Peary and Yancy Hastings had never lost contact. The only person who could persuade Yancy Hastings to come out so late was Maxwell Peary.
"That's right," Yancy Hastings nodded.
"Tell Maxwell Peary I'm keeping Nia Mitchell at the old residence for a few days."
Samuel Peary decisively refused. Even if Maxwell Peary himself came today, he could forget about taking Nia Mitchell.
