Chapter 1127: Chapter 1126: Evening Plans Reserved
It’s always been Charles Northwood, and he always will protect them.
Nia Mitchell pouted. Fine, if he obviously didn’t want to talk, she couldn’t force him.
She didn’t say anything more and just kept on eating.
"When the time is right, I’ll tell you everything. For now, you just need to do your own thing."
Charles Northwood couldn’t help adding that, hoping she could live well.
"I got it. It’s not like I can force anything anyway."
Stuff like this, she had no way to push him.
Nia Mitchell ate her food in peace, when Maxwell Peary’s call came in.
"Hello?"
"You’re having a meal with Charles Northwood?"
Maxwell Peary opened with that one line, leaving Nia Mitchell completely stunned.
What now?
She really was having a meal with Charles Northwood.
But how did the CEO know?
"Yeah?"
Nia Mitchell blinked, her mind full of question marks.
"How come you’re eating with him today? You should be working properly at Star Media, and yet you ran off to..."
Mid-sentence, Maxwell Peary suddenly stopped.
Damn it.
He really had been insanely busy these past two days.
He actually hadn’t realized the place Nia Mitchell was at was right near the Hospital.
She must have gone to the Hospital to visit Fiona Sutton.
"Wasn’t Charles Northwood on a business trip abroad?"
Maxwell Peary knew about this because Nia Mitchell had mentioned it before.
He’d also looked into it, only to discover he couldn’t find a thing.
The moment he tried digging into Charles Northwood, everything turned into a blank.
That feeling gave him zero sense of security; he had no idea what was going on.
This Charles Northwood was clearly getting more and more unfathomable.
He believed that in the future, at least half of Capital Town would be this man’s turf.
"Yeah, he just got back today."
Just got back today?
So that means yesterday...
So, Charles Northwood came back because of all that uproar online, right.
He couldn’t help suspecting that Charles Northwood’s motives were anything but simple.
"Come home early tonight. I won’t be working overtime."
Maxwell Peary immediately said, locking down the evening first. He did not believe that the moment Charles Northwood returned, he’d already booked little Rabina Mitchell’s evening.
Sure enough, that hadn’t crossed Charles Northwood’s mind.
"Okay, I’ll definitely come back early."
Nia Mitchell agreed on the spot, not thinking too much about it.
"Good. I’ll wait for you at home so we can eat together. Feels like we haven’t had a meal together in ages."
Nia Mitchell: ...
Uncle Peary, aren’t you afraid of biting your own tongue when you say that?
This morning the two of them clearly sat in the Dining Hall and had breakfast together.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Nia Mitchell was helpless and could only repeatedly promise she’d go, agreeing over and over.
"Since that’s settled, then it’s a deal. Alright, just grab something casual for lunch. I’ll treat you to something good tonight."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Nia Mitchell smiled and continued eating.
"Let’s have dinner together tonight?"
Nia Mitchell froze. Somehow she’d gotten herself tangled up in this.
Why did the CEO just mention dinner, and now he was saying it too?
"I don’t have time tonight. I have to go home on time; I already made plans with Maxwell Peary."
Just now, on that phone call.
Seeing this, Charles Northwood was out of options as well.
"Then we’ll have to forget it."
Young Master Peary really was Young Master Peary, an old fox who handled things so slickly.
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