Maxwell Peary didn't care about such a little bit of weight; even if he had to pick her up, he could walk without the slightest effort.
"Pleading won't work, we're leaving now."
Too boring.
Instead of wandering around here, constantly hearing her mention Charles Northwood, I'd rather watch a movie I find the dullest.
He's crazy to drop everything and indulge her in something even more tedious than watching a movie.
"Uncle, can't we stroll a bit longer, just for a little while?"
Nia Mitchell looked pleadingly at the CEO, her expression as pitiful as could be.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary finally softened.
Just as he was about to agree, Rabina Mitchell already played a new trick.
"Uncle, I need to use the bathroom, it's urgent."
As she spoke, she instantly broke free and vanished like a wisp.
Ugh!
Who on earth has this little Rabina learned such tricks from?
"I'll give you ten minutes; if you're not back in time, I..."
Ugh!
