Maxwell Peary was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Time, it flows by during this dinner.
The next day—
On a rare day off, Nia Mitchell yawned and sat up from bed.
On the bedside table, the CEO's phone kept ringing incessantly. She reached over and answered it.
"Hello?"
Nia Mitchell, still drowsy, spoke while scratching her head and rubbing her eyes.
On the other end, Anne Davidson was taken aback, looking at her phone screen in disbelief.
It was Maxwell Peary's phone number, no doubt about that, but...
Why was a woman answering?
And it was so early in the morning!
Moreover, this woman's voice sounded like she hadn't woken up yet, as if she hadn't even gotten out of bed.
"Who are you?"
Anne Davidson was surprised and spoke up.
Nia yawned again, looked at the phone, and finally realized she had answered the CEO's call.
"Uncle! Uncle!!"
Nia called out, but there was no response.
"Hubby!!!"
Unable to resist, she raised her voice!
