Nia Mitchell blinked. Looking at Maxwell Peary, who had appeared in front of her, she was momentarily stunned.
Even though she saw him every day, she often found herself mesmerized, feeling he was an astonishingly handsome man.
Especially the aura he exuded—it wasn't something that could be cultivated overnight.
"Haven't you finished your work?"
Maxwell frowned, displeased. Watching Nia Mitchell still sitting at her desk, he felt somewhat annoyed.
He had transferred his wife from the Secretary Department, hoping she would have an easier time and not so much work.
But what does this Lewis mean?
He clearly knows Nia is his wife, whom he cherishes dearly.
Yet, he made my wife work overtime on her first day here.
Damn it!
He's courting death!
"No, I finished a while ago."
Nia said guiltily, her expression quite unnatural.
She had been transferred to the Special Assistant's team today and had no work at all.
