Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 376 - 375: Are You Thinking of Marrying My Sister Already?

Nia Mitchell listened to Maxwell Peary’s words and obediently nodded her head.

But—I’ve already complained in my heart countless times! Wait for you? Yeah, when hell freezes over! I’ve already decided that as soon as he leaves, I’m going to fall asleep, dead to the world and impossibly sound asleep.

"Good girl."

Maxwell leaned over to kiss her forehead, then turned around to leave.

SWOOSH. He opened the door and saw Yancy Hastings, hand raised, ready to knock again.

Seeing Maxwell, who had already opened the door, Yancy Hastings faltered. He looked awkwardly at his own raised hand, holding it there for a long moment before finally withdrawing it.

"So, you’re out."

He coughed awkwardly, then managed a dry remark and stood still, unsure of his next move.

"Study."

Maxwell instantly shed the warmth that had enveloped him just a moment before, reverting to his usual cold and aloof self. His whole body radiated an icy, intimidating aura. He didn’t even glance at Yancy Hastings. After spitting out that one word, he slammed the door shut behind him and strode off.

Yancy Hastings raised his eyebrows. Oho, is he angry?

With that thought, he headed towards the study, stretching his limbs as he went. Judging by Maxwell’s earlier stance, a fight seemed imminent. I’d better warm up in advance, lest I be caught unprepared.

「In the study—」

The room was quiet. Maxwell Peary sat on a sofa on one side, his legs crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So, you want to marry my sister now?"

Yancy Hastings casually took a seat opposite him, his back straight.

"I brought the betrothal gifts. If you need anything, let me know. I’ll get it for you tomorrow."

Maxwell Peary threw him a glance but remained silent. He poured himself a glass of red wine and took a sip, his face etched with disdain, clearly telling Yancy Hastings he needed nothing.

Yancy Hastings frowned. Marrying Maxwell Peary’s sister is probably the most troublesome thing in the world.

"We’ve been buddies for so many years, just tell me. What will it take for you to let Evelyn marry me?"

"Not marrying."

Maxwell Peary swirled the red wine in his glass, scrutinizing it without a single glance at Yancy Hastings.

Two simple words, an abrupt rejection with clearly no room for negotiation. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

HSS—

Yancy Hastings turned to look at Maxwell Peary. Every time he saw him acting like this, he felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Reason."

What the hell? Just because he’s married now, does that mean others can’t have wives?

Maxwell Peary turned to look at Yancy Hastings, seeing that he genuinely wanted to know.

"Figure it out yourself."

He tossed out the phrase unenthusiastically, leaving poor Yancy Hastings confused for a long time.

It wasn’t until he had a wife himself that he understood why Maxwell Peary had been so upset back then.

Of course, that’s a story for later.

"Boring. Either way, you’re not allowed to object."

After saying this, Yancy Hastings glanced at the time and stood up.

He genuinely had something to attend to: a military training exercise shortly after midnight.

Given his rank, he didn’t actually need to be there.

But as the brigade commander, and someone permanently stationed with the troops, he had never missed any of these drills, large or small, nor any confrontations.

It seemed to have become a habit, and he didn’t plan on missing this time either.

Moreover, this drill was quite important; he could use it as an opportunity to scout for promising new talent and recruit them directly.

"I’m heading back. Don’t look for me for the next five days."

TSK. You wouldn’t find me even if you tried.

Then again, in the past, I often went a year or more without contacting him. Why has Maxwell been reaching out so frequently lately? Nia Mitchell!