Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 358 - 357: Young Mistress Left with Her Luggage
Frederick Goldsmith was stunned. He had never expected this kind of ending and, for a moment, didn’t know how to respond.
"Before I leave, may I trouble you for one more thing, Mr. Goldsmith? It’s difficult to hail a cab here. Could your driver give me a ride?"
Nia Mitchell glanced around, bit her lip, and felt a little heavy-hearted.
Frederick Goldsmith nodded, completely unable to understand this young couple.
"Mrs. Peary, why don’t you have breakfast first? This morning we have your favorite Stuffed Soup Dumplings."
Nia Mitchell shook her head and declined; she had no appetite at all.
「MC Group」
In the grand, shining Office Room, Maxwell Peary sat with a cigarette in his left hand, his eyes closed, leaning back on the sofa.
The entire Office Room was thick with smoke, a testament to how many cigarettes Maxwell Peary had smoked.
He took a deep drag, held it for a long moment, then slowly exhaled. Maxwell Peary pressed the intercom to call Sophia Moore.
"A cup of coffee."
The four words were curt, cold, and emotionless. They were delivered so sharply that Sophia Moore didn’t even have time to say "Alright" before he hung up.
Sophia Moore blinked, then frowned. Mr. Peary must be incredibly busy right now, too busy to waste even a single second.
Maxwell Peary sat in his chair, his brow slightly furrowed.
I just called Sophia Moore for coffee. I wonder how Rabina will react. Will she be jealous? If she is, does that mean I actually hold some place in her heart? It’s possible.
And so, the CEO instantly transformed into a childish imp and decisively called Sophia Moore again.
If Sophia Moore knew her long-awaited opportunity had come about like this, she would probably have died of shock on the spot, her eyes wide with disbelief.
However, Maxwell Peary’s brilliant plan had overlooked one crucial point.
He hadn’t stepped out to check and had no idea that a certain Rabina Mitchell wasn’t even in the Office Room.
She hadn’t come to work that day, had she?
Frustrated all day, it wasn’t until Maxwell Peary left work early and passed by the Secretary Department that he discovered the crucial oversight.
Damn it! What a waste of a perfectly good scheme!
So, Maxwell Peary called the hillside Villa.
"Is Nia Mitchell still resting?"
Frederick Goldsmith froze, then swallowed hard.
Mrs. Peary, what have you done? Don’t tell me you lied to me! Why? Last time you went out for dinner, you said you’d tell Young Master Peary, but you didn’t. This time, you just ran off with your luggage, claiming it was Young Master Peary’s idea! And now this? You’re really trying to get me killed!
"Mrs. Peary left with her luggage," he finally managed to say.
Maxwell Peary’s brow furrowed instantly, an icy aura radiating from him.
She left with her luggage?
Hmph!
"What did she say when she left?"
"Um, she said... she said... she said it was your idea, Young Master... and... and that you two had... divorced."
Frederick Goldsmith stammered through the sentence, growing more flustered with each word, uncertain if he should even continue.
He had the distinct feeling that he might just drop dead once he finished speaking.
"Divorced?"
A cruel smile touched Maxwell Peary’s lips. Well done, Nia Mitchell. Daring to even mention that word. And as if that weren’t enough, she even dared to falsely claim it was my decision! She skipped work today... Is she planning to fire me right after dumping me? Have I spoiled her so much that she’s gotten completely out of hand and doesn’t take me seriously anymore?
"Yes, that is what Mrs. Peary said."
Frederick Goldsmith quickly sold Nia Mitchell out, silently murmuring an "Amen" in his heart.
It’s not that I don’t want to help, but I still want to live to enjoy my retirement in peace. So, Mrs. Peary, you’d better face the CEO’s wrath yourself. Please, spare this old bag of bones.
