The Grand Gate of the Police Department was violently pushed open, and a dozen or so burly men clad in black barged in, swiftly drawing their guns and aiming them at everyone in the Police Department.
Never mind the other police officers in the Police Department; even Chief Zhang was stunned.
What kind of place was this? This was the Police Department! How dare a group of people barge in with guns drawn at them?!
The next moment, Maxwell Peary anxiously stepped into the Police Department. What greeted his eyes was...
Nia Mitchell, sitting casually in a chair, cradling a teacup, swinging her legs, and pouting...
No amount of self-control could suppress his surging anger.
Her voice on the phone had sounded so pitiful, making him think she was in some dire straits.
Who allowed her to be so carefree and comfortable? Hmm? Especially when he was rushing over in such a panic.
"Present!" Nia Mitchell immediately hopped down from the chair with a soft thud and stood at attention, ramrod straight. Updates are released by 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙
Heavens! Just who on earth is Uncle Peary?
The first time, at Hendry Hampton’s engagement ceremony, he had casually chopped off three of Beatrice Swan’s fingers without a second thought.
And this second time, he was actually leading a large group of men, armed with guns—something you’d only see in TV Dramas—storming a Police Station!
"Did you cause trouble again? Hmm?"
His voice rose, cold as ice, sending a chill seeping into Nia Mitchell’s very bones.
"No." Nia Mitchell hastily shook her head in denial.
She coughed guiltily; she couldn’t deny she was a little afraid of the man before her.
"So, you’re addicted to coming here?"
Only a ghost would get addicted to a place , Nia Mitchell silently grumbled.
"Only an idiot would willingly come to a place ."
She pouted and rolled her eyes. She was forced to come here, okay?
Maxwell Peary impatiently walked over, ready to reprimand her. This Rabina Mitchell is too much trouble.
However, his gaze froze when it landed on her neck.
"What happened to your neck?"
Nia Mitchell touched her neck; even a light touch was incredibly painful.
"Nothing much... I... I just got choked a bit..."
The surrounding air instantly congealed. Everyone felt as if their own throats were being constricted, finding it hard to breathe.
"Young... Young Master Peary..."
Chief Zhang trembled as he approached, trying his best to ignore the guns aimed at him, terrified that a single misstep could bring about a devastating disaster.
"I wasn’t talking to you!" Maxwell Peary’s voice boomed, his expression stern.
Nia Mitchell forced a smile. She was furious with Hendry Hampton, hating him to death, yet she didn’t dare tell Maxwell Peary.
It wasn’t because she was afraid of Hendry Hampton getting hurt, but because she was terrified of seeing Maxwell Peary angry.
He was like a king surveying his domain; Maxwell Peary cast a frigid gaze at Hendry Hampton, a stare so icy it could freeze one’s very soul, with no chance of thawing.
Everyone standing there trembled, hardly daring to breathe. This Nia Mitchell looked so ordinary; just how powerful could her background be?
"Hendry Hampton?" Maxwell Peary’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
"Was this wound his handiwork?" he asked, smiling dotingly at Nia Mitchell, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Nia Mitchell’s heart trembled; she dared not meet his gaze out of fear.
"Considering he was once your ex-boyfriend, how about I leave him alive?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, taking Nia Mitchell’s hand. His tone was extraordinarily calm.
"Let’s go." He took her hand; a simple touch, yet it promised a lifetime.
Hendry Hampton broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at the cold, unyielding guns. Seeing them about to leave, he nearly fainted.
The image of Maxwell Peary expressionlessly severing Beatrice Swan’s three fingers the previous night flashed through his mind. Although Beatrice Swan’s fingers had since been reattached, still...
Looking again at these gun-wielding men—it’s terrifying!
"Nia Mitchell!" Hendry Hampton suddenly grabbed Nia Mitchell’s arm.
"Nia Mitchell, Nia Mitchell, please talk to Young Master Peary, ask him to spare me! I was good to you before... I’m begging you, Nia Mitchell, Nia Mitchell, I... I’ll kneel for you."
Saying this, Hendry Hampton actually knelt, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Nia Mitchell stood frozen to the spot, shocked as she watched Hendry Hampton kneel.
"Nia Mitchell... Nia Mitchell..."
Maxwell Peary frowned, looking at the hand gripping Nia Mitchell’s arm. Extremely irritated, he forcefully pulled away that groping hand.
"She’s not ’Nia’ to you. You may address her as Mrs. Peary."