Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 350 - 349: Divorce Agreement!!

Nia Mitchell seemed deaf to the world, remaining seated without a twitch.

Butler Frederick Goldsmith sighed, not knowing the reason behind their argument.

He had witnessed Young Master Peary’s transformation firsthand. He had never seen him dote on a woman like this before. But looking at Nia Mitchell in her current state, he couldn’t bring himself to blame her.

"Young Mistress, how about a glass of milk before bed?"

Frederick Goldsmith came over and gently helped Nia Mitchell up.

Nia Mitchell slowly lifted her head to look at Frederick Goldsmith, her lips moved, but in the end, she didn’t say a single word.

She didn’t drink the milk, but mechanically returned to bed. She obediently nestled in, covered herself with the blanket, and closed her eyes.

"SIGH..."

Frederick Goldsmith sighed. Looking around the tidy room, he could only turn off the light for her and then head downstairs.

Silence returned to the bedroom. Nia Mitchell opened her eyes, looking at the glass of milk on the desk. Eventually, she got out of bed, walked over, and picked it up.

She picked up her phone to call Fiona Sutton. At this hour, that night owl Fiona Sutton would surely still be awake.

"Hello?"

The call connected, and a cacophony of music boomed from the other end; Fiona Sutton’s voice, mixed within it, was barely perceptible.

A frown creased Nia Mitchell’s forehead. Where is Fiona Sutton?

"Where are you?"

"At a Bar!"

Fiona Sutton moved to a quieter spot to reply. She sounded puzzled. Why wasn’t Nia Mitchell resting at this hour?

"So... you’ve turned into... a night owl, too?"

Fiona Sutton held a brimming glass of wine, her cheeks rosy—it was clear she had already drunk quite a bit.

Listening to her slurred speech, Nia Mitchell couldn’t help but worry about her.

"Who are you drinking with?"

"Who? Uh... Just... Just me."

Fiona Sutton pouted, closed her eyes, and swayed her head before opening them again.

"By yourself?"

Nia Mitchell’s voice rose. Fiona Sutton is too bold! Daring to go to a Bar alone, and from the sound of it, she’s already completely drunk!

"I did call... my bodyguards..."

Hmm, I called quite a few of them, Fiona Sutton thought.

"They’re here, I’ve seen them..."

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The call disconnected.

A dark look crossed Nia Mitchell’s face. Alright, since Charles Northwood has gone there, I don’t need to worry.

Her phone was almost out of battery. Nia Mitchell scratched her head. My charger seems to be at Royal Bay Villa.

After searching the bedroom and finding nothing, she suddenly remembered. Maxwell Peary and I have the same phone model. His charger should work.

So, she opened the bedroom door and headed for the study.

Maxwell Peary’s study was filled with a solemn atmosphere. The black floor was imposing, and the gray walls made one feel oppressed just standing inside.

I don’t understand why CEOs always prefer these kinds of colors, Nia Mitchell thought. Wouldn’t something brighter be much better? It would even be easier on the eyes!

She glanced at the desk and, sure enough, saw a phone charger there. She walked over and picked it up.

She plugged it into her phone. Yes, it works.

Just as she was about to leave, her attention was caught by a document on the desk.

"Divorce Agreement!"

Those two large words made Nia Mitchell’s heart clench, and her whole body began to tremble.

Biting her lip hard, she saw that the words of the agreement were covered by many overturned photographs. She couldn’t stop her trembling hands from reaching out to flip them over, one by one.

An overwhelming emotional shock left her with no escape.

These photos... every single one is of me.

So, he knew perfectly clearly where I went tonight and who I had dinner with.

These photos strikingly depicted scenes of her dining with EdbertNia Mitchell at Lotus Residence, and even older ones: eating with Charles Northwood, shopping with Fiona Sutton, strolling with Evelyn Peary...