That rotten brother of mine! Ever since he got married, he's been treating me worse and worse.
Evelyn Peary's dissatisfaction grew. She wished she could slap him right in the face, but she didn't dare.
"You're trying to control our girl talk as well?" Evelyn Peary glared back angrily. Muttering under her breath, she quickly pulled Nia Mitchell towards the Living Room of the old house.
Left behind, Maxwell Peary watched them, his gaze fixed on their clasped hands.
Tsk, so annoying.
Upon entering the Living Room, Nia Mitchell became much more reserved. She released Evelyn Peary's hand and stood waiting for the CEO's arrival.
"So rude! She doesn't even know how to greet people?" Phoebe Harris shot Nia Mitchell a disdainful look, her dissatisfaction surging.
