Alan Morgan hadn't expected that Nia Mitchell would know such a resourceful man during his investigation, so he didn't dig deep.
It was understandable that he hadn't found EdbertNia Mitchell.
However, such a significant oversight caught Maxwell Peary completely off guard.
Today, he was particularly anxious, as if Nia had already become someone else's possession.
"You are not to contact him in the future. Keep your distance from him, and don't let him do anything for you."
Maxwell sat there domineeringly, lecturing her at length in a serious tone.
His demeanor was like that of a parent scolding a child.
Nia pursed her lips. He's even started to meddle with my friendships now. Does he have to be so overbearing?
"I haven't contacted him in a long time. Surely, you can't stop me from making friends, can you?"
Nia pouted, standing there looking aggrieved, her big, watery eyes seeming to brim with tears, ready to overflow at any moment.
