Maxwell Peary was taken aback and coughed awkwardly.
"Why... why would I be nervous?"
He's Young Master Peary!
The renowned Maxwell Peary of Capital Town.
He has control over both the light and dark sides, holding the economic lifeline of the entire country.
How many people abroad fear him, and who dares to offend him domestically?
A person like him, how could he possibly be nervous?
Click click click, this must be a joke.
Seeing someone so nervous, the smile on Nia Mitchell's face grew even more vibrant.
"Uncle Peary, you're definitely nervous, I could see it, your hand was shaking just now."
Her eyes curved as she smiled, looking exceptionally charming.
Such a cute little Rabina Mitchell, making him want to kiss her well.
As he prepared to lean in for a kiss, unexpectedly, the door was knocked.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Young Master, Miss Evelyn Peary is here..."
Butler Frederick Goldsmith didn't wish to disturb Young Master Peary in the evening, but he had no choice.
