Nia Mitchell couldn't ask anything, so she ultimately just put away the passbook and directly opened the door to leave the bedroom.
The tidy living room; on the sofa, Maxwell Peary, in an expensive suit, sat there.
Expressionless, the aura emanating from him was unsettling.
Silent, Molly Harguez and Aldy Mitchell were cautiously observing Maxwell Peary.
This man had completely changed his demeanor since Nia left.
Although he showed little emotion even when Nia was around, at least it didn't feel like this.
Now, his every glance was razor-sharp, as if he could devour a person whole.
Molly Harguez swallowed hard, her heart was beating wildly; she was a person harboring guilt.
Terrified that this man might suddenly do something.
Oppression!
A suffocating oppression!
Suddenly, the sound of the bedroom door opening was heard, clearly, someone inside was opening the door.
In an instant, Maxwell Peary quickly looked away, and his aura abruptly changed.
