Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 345 - 344: CEO Pei was Dumped

Nia Mitchell silently raised an eyebrow. What did she mean by that? Did she mistake me for one of EdbertNia Mitchell’s girlfriends? PFFT! How ridiculous!

"I say, your way of thinking is so... TSK, TSK." Nia Mitchell silently shook her head. A person who’s dark on the inside probably sees darkness in everyone else.

"I can’t be bothered to waste my time on such meaningless talk with you here. Are you, a Waiter, going to drive your customers away?" Nia Mitchell smiled, but her words carried a hint of sarcasm. "Also, do you think you’re someone special? After all, you are just a Waiter."

Does she think she’s of high status just because she works at Lotus Residence? She’s merely hobnobbing with some upper-class people; that doesn’t change her fundamental nature, and it never will.

"If you’re not going to welcome me here, then I’ll leave now."

As she said that, Nia Mitchell turned to leave but then saw EdbertNia Mitchell walking over.

"What’s wrong? Why haven’t you gone to the Private Room yet? Did you run into someone you know?" EdbertNia Mitchell approached, somewhat puzzled. He glanced at the additional Waiter present, assuming Nia Mitchell knew her. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"No, I don’t happen to know any Waiters." Nia Mitchell retaliated with a sarcastic comment, rolled her eyes at the Waiter standing there, and then walked towards the Private Room with EdbertNia Mitchell.

EdbertNia Mitchell somewhat understood; he was familiar with Nia Mitchell’s temperament. For her to utter such words... This Waiter must have provoked her just now.

"Let’s go." Leading the way, EdbertNia Mitchell, familiar with the route, headed towards the Private Room. His body emanated a unique scent—the blend of his cologne and a hint of wine.

「MC Group」

Maxwell Peary was busily engrossed in the folders in his hand; the coffee on his desk had long since grown cold, its aroma gone. After finishing the last document, he stood up to stretch and glanced at the time.

Six o’clock already? Maxwell Peary paused, stunned. I’ve been so busy I completely lost track of time. But why hasn’t Nia Mitchell come into the Office Room yet?

Frowning in confusion, he opened the Grand Gate to his Office Room. Outside, it was pitch black; the Secretary Department had long been deserted—not a soul in sight, not even a shadow, let alone anyone breathing.

Damn it, where is Nia Mitchell?

He suddenly recalled what happened in the Office Room a few afternoons ago and massaged his temples. She actually said she didn’t want to lie to me.

So, did she leave straight after work? Is she throwing a tantrum at me?

Maxwell Peary clenched his fists and flung himself wearily onto the sofa. After resting for a moment, he grabbed his suit jacket and strode out.

"Has Madam returned yet?" Maxwell Peary pressed the elevator button, paused, and called the butler.

"No."

Frederick Goldsmith was puzzled. It’s so late, and neither the Young Master nor Madam have returned. Did they go out to eat? Unexpectedly, the Young Master called at this very moment, and importantly, he was looking for Madam. Huh, could they have gotten separated?

"HMM." Maxwell Peary acknowledged and was about to hang up when Frederick Goldsmith, sensing his intention, instantly raised his voice.

"Young Master!"

"What is it?" Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow; the loud shout intensified his headache.

"Tonight, you’re returning to the Mountain Villa. Does Madam know the location?" Frederick Goldsmith kindly reminded him, afraid that if Maxwell Peary found out Nia Mitchell hadn’t returned, he wouldn’t go looking for her and would just drive back himself.