"It's overseas."
During college, he spent his time abroad.
Penniless, he left his hometown with nothing but returned with a lot.
If it weren't for that, Maxwell's father wouldn't be unable to compete with him now.
If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have established MC Group or become the feared Young Master Peary.
"Aren't you going abroad?"
Nia Mitchell was still very curious.
"Yes."
But suddenly, he felt a little regret.
The school he attended abroad was incredibly chaotic, full of mixed elements.
"If we have time, let's head over there. I'm really looking forward to visiting your school."
Nia Mitchell beamed with a smile, immediately standing up and running to the podium.
"Let's draw."
Nia Mitchell quickly picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing on the blackboard.
A few strokes outlined a seated female student. Although the drawing wasn't very pretty, it was clear she had drawn herself.
"I could never draw before; it was Fiona Sutton who taught me."
