What on Earth, Uncle Peary, what are you trying to do?
"Aren't you going to answer that?" Charles Northwood said, smiling.
"Is it another prank call?"
Northwood arched a brow, a playful grin on his face. However, there was no humor in the depths of his eyes.
Is it from Hendry Hampton?
"With these prank calls so frequent now, I... I better go answer it."
Nia Mitchell, with a bashful smile, stood up and walked out of the busy Dining Hall.
"Hello? Why do you always call me? I'm having dinner with Charles Northwood. Didn't I tell you I'd get home early?"
Nia didn't pause after answering the call, her words flowing out continuously like a babbling brook.
At the Royal Bay Villa, a certain man was seated in the study. A small smile curled at the corners of his mouth while two large stacks of folders lay on the table. He leaned against the back of the plush chair, gently massaging his temples with his free hand.
"Nia Mitchell."
