"You! Sharp-tongued!" Belinda Swan was so angry she didn't know what to say to her. A person with no upbringing is still a person with no upbringing; climbing the social ladder won't change their fundamental nature.
Nia Mitchell gradually calmed down. She reached for her phone, intending to call Maxwell Peary, but then she suddenly realized something: she didn't even know the name of this crazy woman in front of her.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Belinda Swan shot Nia Mitchell a disdainful look and lifted her chin proudly. "Belinda Swan, from Swan Bank," she announced, then grabbed her phone from her bag and made a call.
Nia Mitchell shrugged. Is she calling Maxwell Peary?
Could it be... they really have something going on?
Before Nia Mitchell could finish speculating, she heard the aggrieved tone in Belinda Swan's voice.
"Uncle Peary, that woman is here at Royal Bay Villa, and it's so late!"
Nia Mitchell shivered and rubbed her arms; goosebumps had broken out all over her skin.
