In this world, is there really someone who has the power to change another person? This question had always troubled Yancy Hastings.
Seeing the way Maxwell Peary pampered Nia Mitchell, Yancy Hastings found it particularly irritating.
Just then, Evelyn Peary also walked in.
"Brother, Sister-in-law."
Maxwell Peary nodded. So the "guest" the waiter had mentioned was Yancy Hastings.
"Have a seat."
Maxwell Peary gestured to an empty seat, his words seemingly directed at either Evelyn Peary or Yancy Hastings, or perhaps both.
Without a second thought, Yancy Hastings sat down, his eyes fixed on Nia Mitchell. What exactly was good about this vain, ungraceful, and ill-mannered woman? Why would Maxwell Peary fall for her? He truly couldn't understand; after all, in his mind, Maxwell Peary stood far too high.
