She hung up again?
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow as he sat in his large, comfortable chair. This little habit of hers is not at all endearing. When Rabina Mitchell returns, I'll have to teach her a lesson.
But, if one might be so bold as to ask, Young Master Peary, would you truly have the heart to do it?
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, after Nia Mitchell hung up the phone, she turned and went back to her seat.
Two or three young women had already gathered around Charles Northwood, all dressed provocatively, constantly rubbing up against him.
"Professor Northwood, I heard you're supervising the Chinese Department's papers. Could you give me some guidance?" Busty Lady A spoke sweetly, even throwing Charles Northwood a flirtatious glance as she did.
"Oh my, Professor Northwood promised me first! I need the professor's guidance too," Long-legged Lady B immediately chimed in, pressing closer. Her relentless pestering was, well, quite something.
