At noon, Nia Mitchell didn't know when Maxwell Peary had finished lunch. All she knew was that she had taken a nap, and by the time she woke up, it was already half-past three, causing her to fall further behind schedule.
Therefore, Nia Mitchell was thoroughly sulky. After waking up, she didn't go out, but just sat on the big bed in the Waiting Room, pouting and feeling grumpy.
Maxwell Peary had been working non-stop, assuming that if Nia Mitchell woke up, she would come out on her own.
By the time he realized it was getting late, and that Nia Mitchell should have come out long before, it was already six in the evening.
At this time, the MC Group was deserted, with not even a single soul present except for Maxwell Peary.
"Nia Mitchell?"
Maxwell Peary, frowning in confusion, directly opened the Grand Gate to the Waiting Room.
