Nia Mitchell was filled with exasperation. Why did she have a nagging feeling that the CEO was... being petulant?
No, no, no, that can't be right, she must have heard wrong.
The CEO, such an overwhelmingly dominant man, being petulant? Impossible!
"Ahem, so does that mean if I don't come home, you won't eat?"
Nia Mitchell didn't tell him that she was already in a cab on her way home, suddenly wanting to play a trick on him.
"Mhm."
Maxwell Peary simply responded with a hum. From his voice, she couldn't tell whether he was serious or not.
"Well, then you can starve."
Nia Mitchell stuck her tongue out playfully, already imagining the CEO's reaction to her words. Haha, his face must be darker than the bottom of a pot by now!
"Is Mrs. Peary so ruthless?"
Maxwell Peary casually picked up a cigarette, twirling it between his fingers non-stop.
"It's not me being ruthless; it's you who isn't eating."
