The cotton candy was made very quickly, taking less than two minutes.
Maxwell Peary stretched out his hand to take it, frowning at the pink, fluffy thing in his hand.
Is this thing even edible? Maxwell Peary was a bit incredulous, so he cautiously took it back to the car.
Today, he was particularly attracting attention, and this moment was even more exceptionally rare. He was driving a scratched, limited-edition Maybach, wearing an expensive suit, and holding a cotton candy costing a few USD. He had just tossed the vendor one hundred USD without asking for change.
「The Mid-Levels Villa—」
Nia Mitchell was lying on the large bed, reading a novel on her phone, her little feet swinging nonstop. Ah, it's really leisurely without the CEO at home.
At this moment, the sound of a car suddenly came from downstairs. Nia Mitchell paused. Is Uncle home?
Realizing this, she suddenly scrambled up from the bed, intending to go downstairs to welcome him.
But…
