Congratulations to Nia Mitchell for successfully angering a certain CEO.
"Really? I wasn't aware you knew such a prominent figure." Maxwell Peary's face was stern as he spoke coldly.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback. Why does his tone sound so... sour? Uh, could it be...?
"Uncle, are you jealous?" Nia Mitchell looked at Maxwell Peary, her eyes shimmering with anticipation as she awaited his response.
Maxwell Peary's brows knitted together. He glanced at Nia Mitchell's eager expression, a vein throbbing on his forehead, clearly displaying his displeasure.
"Am I the kind of person who gets jealous?" Maxwell Peary was immediately displeased, his reaction overly strong as he raised his voice.
Nia Mitchell shivered, startled by his outburst.
Alright, alright, I take back what I just said, she thought.
"Okay, okay, you're not that kind of person," Nia Mitchell said, nodding repeatedly in agreement.
"Nia Mitchell."
