Nia Mitchell was still eating her hot pot when she received a call from Maxwell Peary.
She originally wanted to hang up in a fit of pique, but...
Maxwell Peary walked out of the elevator and opened the Grand Gate to his Office Room.
"What are you doing?"
Maxwell Peary’s mouth curled into a smile as he unbuttoned his shirt collar.
"Why do you always call me for no reason?"
Nia snapped, pouting in her chair.
Maxwell choked, his hand pausing while untying his tie.
This Rabina Mitchell...
Maxwell gritted his teeth, each word squeezed out from between them.
"I said, why do you always call me for no reason?"
So what if I repeat it? Who’s afraid?
Nia stirred her dipping sauce continuously with her chopsticks, her tone annoyed.
Fiona Sutton had gone to the restroom. If she weren’t, Nia wouldn’t dare speak so freely with Maxwell.
"Nia Mitchell, you’re asking for it."
Maxwell took a seat in his chair, carelessly grabbed the landline on his desk, and dialed a number.
"You’re the one who’s asking for it. I’m telling you, I want a divorce."
Nia had contemplated this for a long time. She had offended his mother, so after this Sunday, they would get a divorce.
Since the outcome was inevitable, she might as well strike first.
Maxwell slammed a hand hard onto his Office Room desk, furiously angry. His face turned stormy, veins throbbing on his forehead.
This Rabina Mitchell even dared to mention divorce to him!?!?
Maxwell was shocked, wishing he could stand before her right now and give her a good spanking.
"Let’s leave it at this. We’ll discuss it when I get home tonight. Tomorrow is Friday, so let’s not drag it into next week."
Seeing Fiona Sutton coming back, Nia quickly finished speaking and hung up the phone.
"Who were you talking to?"
Fiona raised an eyebrow. Nia had hung up the moment she arrived. Is she hiding something from me and up to no good?
"A... a new friend I met a few days ago."
Nia smiled, not knowing how to explain.
"I thought you were contacting that musketeer. He should miss you, being in the USA."
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Nia finally realized what was peculiar. Logically, she should have returned with Charles Northwood.
Fiona suddenly looked a little uncomfortable and laughed awkwardly.
"He had business to attend to in the USA, and I... I was just there for fun. Naturally, I returned earlier than him."
Fiona looked uncomfortably at the food remains on the table.
"So, are you full yet? If you’re done, let’s go shopping. It’s been a while since we’ve walked down the pedestrian street near School."
「University A’s North Side Pedestrian Street—」
Nia, holding a cup of milk tea in her left hand, was browsing from shop to shop with Fiona, her right hand carrying several shopping bags.
"Still planning to buy more?"
Nia looked at Fiona Sutton, who was trying on high heels, speechless.
"Yes, you should also buy something."
Nia was about to instinctively refuse, as she was now penniless and only possessed Maxwell’s credit card.
However, she suddenly remembered that she never used to properly dress herself up, always donning only plain clothes and a pair of canvas shoes.
Tonight, she suddenly wanted to appear right before Maxwell looking her best.
"Then lend me some money."
Fiona whistled with a smile. "Not a problem at all."