Nia Mitchell was clearly starting to lose patience, but her rational mind prevailed, and she dared not hang up directly.
On the other end of the phone, Maxwell Peary clenched his fists the moment he heard this. If Nia were in front of him right now, he probably wouldn't be able to stop himself from lashing out. Damn it. She's growing a temper, isn't she? And her guts are getting bigger, aren't they?
"Nia Mitchell, I'm giving you one last chance—tell me where you are."
Maxwell Peary struggled to suppress his anger as he interrogated her, word by word, completely forgetting that he could have instructed his subordinates to find out.
"I'm having dinner now. You should head back first."
She hesitated for a moment, then finally said those words before preparing to hang up.
"Nia Mitchell!"
Furious, Maxwell Peary kicked the car.
"Royal Bay Villa is being renovated. Do you even know how to get to our new home by yourself?"
