She didn't want to push the CEO into a dangerous vortex because of this matter.
Hearing Rabina Mitchell's words, Maxwell Peary reached out and patted her on the back.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Nia Mitchell shook her head, her eyes feeling warm, and tears were about to fall.
She didn't tell the CEO that she had found bloodstains on his pants, and even faintly on his white shirt.
Her mind was filled with Anne Davidson's previous words about Maxwell Peary's hands being covered in blood.
She grew up in an ordinary family and had never experienced such a thing.
This was the twenty-first century, an era of peace.
Why would his hands be covered in blood?
She held Maxwell Peary tightly, afraid that he would disappear in the next second.
Rabina Mitchell suddenly became so clingy, which Maxwell Peary found a bit hard to accept.
"Be good, listen to me. Leave this matter to me, and I'll give you an answer."
