Nia Mitchell turned her face away, remaining silent, and then prepared to leave.
Maxwell Peary caught her with a smile and gently touched her head.
"You know I couldn't possibly forget such an important matter."
He was just hesitant, still unsure about what to do next. This matter was too important; it made even a decisive man like him hesitate.
"Let's go."
He stood up and straightened his white shirt.
"Okay."
Nia Mitchell nodded and then walked downstairs with Maxwell Peary.
Butler Frederick Goldsmith greeted them with a beaming smile. This is wonderful, just wonderful! I believe we'll have a little young master soon.
Thinking of this, he was so happy he wanted to burst into a joyful dance.
"Master, please be careful."
After seeing them off, Butler Goldsmith immediately went back and dialed Silvia Waterborne's number.
"What happened?"
Butler Goldsmith rarely called her, but when he did, it was always significant.
