A central figure in the underground dealings of Capital Town, dealing daily with the crossfire of bullets and still managing to remain brave, actually uttered the word "fear." Since childhood, had he been so timid? Was he not afraid of biting his tongue when he said that?
Maxwell Peary's eyes twitched. He looked at Owen Lewis as if the man had Neurosis.
"What? Are you unhappy that I'm getting married?"
Maxwell Peary looked at him dangerously, a chill in his words that made Owen Lewis tremble where he stood.
The cold was creeping up from his feet.
"No… No way. It's just that I don't know who this Nia Mitchell is, which family's daughter she is?"
What the fuck, there was one question that had puzzled him for years.That was, if Maxwell Peary were to marry, what would the identity and appearance of that woman be?
Though he was scared to death, he was eager to visit the Office Room to see who this Nia Mitchell was.
