Nia Mitchell's lips twitched. So the CEO could be this proud and demanding? This was the first time she'd realized it.
"I get it; you're not angry. I'll head back to work then."
With that, Nia Mitchell turned to leave.
However, Maxwell Peary, seated there, grew restless. His eyes were fixated on the gift box on his desk.
Seeing the exquisite wrapping, his brows furrowed.
"What's this?"
Nia Mitchell paused in her stride and turned to look at the CEO.
"Why don't you guess?"
Nia Mitchell smiled at him.
Maxwell Peary frowned, reached for the box, and immediately started unwrapping it.
"Hey! That's very rude, you know?"
Nia Mitchell pouted. Honestly, who acts like that?
Maxwell Peary ignored her protest, took the item, and unwrapped it in a few swift movements.
"What's this?"
He frowned. Ceramic?
"It's a White Swan. Isn't it beautiful?"
Nia Mitchell still thought it was beautiful, even though she felt it had flaws.
"Indeed, it's very beautiful."
