Chapter 1342 - 1341: Uncle Peary, You Lied to Me
The uproar outside is all about Young Master Peary and his mistress, Nia Mitchell.
No one expected that there was another woman here,
which shows that Young Master Peary is not someone with a clean private life; it’s just that no one dared to report it before.
Anne Davidson’s remark successfully made Maxwell Peary stop in his tracks.
He looked back at her in disbelief.
"Anne, you are truly insane."
He never knew a woman could become this obsessed.
"I am insane; I’m insane with love for you, Maxwell Peary. Nia Mitchell doesn’t deserve you at all, only I have the right to be by your side."
You are a demon, your hands stained with blood.
Are you aware that Nia Mitchell is afraid of you?
But I am not!
She wouldn’t fear him; if he demanded, she would stand with him, her hands stained with blood too.
No matter what happens in the future, she will stand by his side.
Yet...
He doesn’t want that.
"I will absolutely not divorce Nia Mitchell."
Maxwell Peary still repeated the same line.
This life, Young Master Peary will marry only once.
He promised he would fulfill his commitment.
"I don’t care what you’re thinking about; if you do anything to harm Nia Mitchell, trust me, I won’t let you go."
In Maxwell Peary’s heart, the most important person has always been Nia Mitchell.
After saying this, Maxwell Peary lifted his steps and walked away from here.
Slowly watching this man’s silhouette, she began to wonder why things turned out this way.
After leaving the hospital, Maxwell Peary didn’t anticipate that several intimate photos of him and Anne Davidson had been sent to Nia Mitchell’s phone.
Nia Mitchell looked at these photos on her phone, her hands gripping tightly.
Villa on the hillside.
Nia Mitchell sat in the main bedroom, looking at the photos on her phone, and clenched her fist with time.
Why did it come to this?
How could Uncle Peary press the shutter for such intimate photos?
Looking at the photo, Anne Davidson tightly hugging Maxwell Peary’s waist, notably, nothing seems amiss with Maxwell Peary in the photo.
So...
Nia Mitchell dared not imagine any further.
This is too cruel.
She reached out and made a call to Maxwell Peary, not wanting to sit here and guess alone.
"What’s wrong?"
Maxwell Peary had just exited the hospital, and hadn’t walked far when he received a call from Nia Mitchell.
"Uncle, where are you right now?"
Maxwell Peary paused for a moment.
"Why? I’m at work."
Evidently, Maxwell Peary didn’t want Nia Mitchell to know about this because knowing wouldn’t benefit her much.
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary’s reply, Nia Mitchell was stunned.
Her eyes widened continuously, then she sat on the bed in grievance.
"Anne Davidson came by today."
She hoped the CEO would voluntarily mention Anne Davidson’s matter.
"I know. What did she say to you?"
Nia Mitchell lowered her head, looking at her nails, and did not answer the question.
"Uncle, did you meet Anne Davidson today?"
"No."
Nia Mitchell: ......
"Beep—beep—beep—beep—"
The other side of the phone was left with a busy signal.
Maxwell Peary paused, did Nia Mitchell hang up on him?
Somewhat incredulous about this.
Nia Mitchell didn’t know how to face him, what to say.
Afraid that if she talked to him any more, tears would start falling, so she could only choose to hang up.
She regretted it, should not have called to verify.
It turns out that having nothing verified is the most painful.