"Hey!"
Nia Mitchell was already upset with him for coming over and sitting at the table next to hers. On top of that, Fiona Sutton was continuously goading her. Meanwhile, wave after wave of beauties were throwing flirtatious glances and trying to strike up conversations with him.
She unceremoniously yelled and slapped her hand on Maxwell Peary's table like a little rogue.
Maxwell Peary calmly raised his head, delighting in seeing Rabina Mitchell upset.
"Hmm?"
His uniquely deep voice uttered a single word, the slightly rising intonation causing a tremor in one's heart.
Witnessing his reaction, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, completely dousing the anger that enveloped her.
Oh my God, what in the world am I doing!?
The clueless Rabina Mitchell, feeling like she'd been thrust onto a stage, stood there frozen, shooting a glance at Fiona Sutton from the corner of her eye.
