Chapter 987: Chapter 986: Young Master Peary Wants a Free Meal, Begs to Tag Along
Unexpectedly, Nia Mitchell’s call came before she did.
"Hello?"
As he reached out to take the call, Maxwell Peary was pondering whether to tell Nia Mitchell ahead of time that he was already downstairs.
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell’s voice was a bit muffled; she didn’t know how to tell Maxwell.
If she told him that she couldn’t go home on time on her first day of work, would he be upset?
Moreover, she had promised Uncle that she would come straight home after work.
Hearing Nia Mitchell’s voice over the phone, Maxwell paused for a moment.
She clearly had something to say.
"What’s up?"
Maxwell asked patiently, his brow unconsciously furrowing slightly.
"I’m going out to dinner with colleagues tonight, so I can’t get home early."
Instantly, the CEO sat there with a stiff face.
In the car, the temperature dropped as the veins on his right hand holding the phone stood out.
However, his expression showed no hint of anger or joy.
For a long time, there was no sound from the phone.
Nia Mitchell took the phone from her ear to check the screen; the call was still ongoing.
Which means, it hadn’t been hung up.
So...
Why wasn’t the CEO saying a word, not a single sound?
Uh...
He must be angry.
Please, Uncle, don’t be mad!
If he’s angry, what should she do to calm him down?
Nia Mitchell’s heart was thumping anxiously as she sat there feeling very uneasy.
On the side, Hazel Quartz watched her with a smirk.
Nia Mitchell must be sad knowing she’s going to spend a lot tonight.
Also, who was she reporting to?
Boyfriend?
Hmm!
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell lowered her voice, sounding sweet and endearing, tugging at heartstrings.
"Hmm."
Maxwell barely uttered a sound, afraid he might just flip the table.
Damn it!
Okay, he was in the car now, so there was no table to flip.
Little Rabina had called to say she was going to dinner with someone else tonight and wasn’t bringing him.
Fine, how was he supposed to tell little Rabina he was just downstairs?
Damn it!
Maxwell was so angry, he wished he was still at the Company and hadn’t come here.
"I’m sorry, I’ll definitely be home early tonight, and I promise I won’t drink wine."
Nia Mitchell quickly tried to appease, fearing the CEO was truly angry.
"I want to go too!"
Maxwell bluntly made a request, very eager to see little Rabina.
"No way!"
Without hesitation, Nia Mitchell instantly refused, her voice raising, drawing the attention of all the Office Room employees.
Nia Mitchell sat there awkwardly, her face stiff.
"No way!"
Lowering her voice slightly, she covered her mouth with her hand, looking guilty.
"It’s a women’s gathering, Uncle; it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to come, plus it’s just a meal, and I’ll be back soon."
Nia Mitchell earnestly persuaded, pausing after, her little ears straining to catch any sound from the other side.
But...
The CEO remained silent.
"I swear, I’ll definitely come back early; I’ll return immediately after eating, not stopping for a moment."
Nia Mitchell added another assurance.
"..."
Still silence.
Damn it!
"I’m going to eat at the Royal Dynasty; you should feel more at ease with that location."
