Molly Harguez was like a time bomb; Nia Mitchell didn't trust her at all.
By the time Nia Mitchell got back to the hotel, Maxwell Peary had already taken care of everything and was about to call her.
"Hmm?" Maxwell Peary looked at Nia Mitchell as she walked in, an eyebrow raised. "Behaving so well this time?"
She hadn't even caused him any trouble, coming back so obediently. He was even a little unused to it.
Seeing his reaction, how could Nia Mitchell not know what he was thinking?
"Aren't you happy that I'm back? Besides, I've always been well-behaved, okay?"
Nia Mitchell immediately pushed her luck, but Maxwell Peary, standing to the side, strongly disagreed.
She calls this being well-behaved?
"You didn't say anything before you came here. You call that being well-behaved?"
