Dark lines seemed to form on Nia Mitchell's forehead, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
Is she holding a grudge now? What on earth had she done to offend this neurotic woman?
"Sophia Moore, you're seriously ill. You should go to the hospital and get the right treatment," Nia Mitchell said.
Nia Mitchell tsked, shaking her head with a look of pity, and then left the secretary's office.
Her face burning with anger, Sophia Moore stomped her feet forcefully a few times.
If she didn't ruin Nia Mitchell, she wouldn't be Sophia Moore!
「CEO Office」
Pushing the door open, she found the room filled with an air of seriousness. The black-and-white minimalist decor naturally put anyone entering on alert, warning them against any carelessness.
Maxwell Peary wasn't at his desk handling documents. Instead, he had taken off his suit jacket and was reclining lazily on the sofa.
Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell was somewhat unsure of his intentions. "You were looking for me?"
