Such a spendthrift, such a spendthrift.
Isn't it supposed to be women who are spendthrifts?
Why is her CEO so extravagant?
He doesn't treat money as money at all, how are we supposed to live properly like this?
In this moment, Nia Mitchell completely forgot that the CEO lacks nothing, especially not money.
In just a few seconds of losing control, Nia Mitchell suddenly remembered the CEO's status.
Alright, alright, she was wrong.
"But, there's really no need to buy a car. We're not going to be here for long anyway."
Nia Mitchell still felt it wasn't worth it, pouting as she looked at Maxwell Peary.
No emotion could be seen on Maxwell Peary's face as he sat there, until he finally couldn't take it anymore and reached over to tap Nia Mitchell's forehead.
"Ouch!"
Nia Mitchell frowned, angrily glaring at the CEO, and rubbed her forehead where she had been tapped.
"Uncle, how could you hit me? So violent."
