Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 428 - 427: Young Master Peary, Let’s Make a Deal

Nia Mitchell sat on the large bed, looking at her cell phone, and heaved a deep sigh.

She tossed the phone aside and lay down.

This is so strange. Why would Charles Northwood know about this? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

After Maxwell Peary got into the car, he casually called Nia Mitchell.

"Hello?" Nia Mitchell answered, her voice listless as she lay on the bed.

"What’s wrong?" Maxwell could tell from her voice that something was amiss, and his brow furrowed.

Didn’t he say he was having lunch with Fiona Sutton today?

"Uncle, Charles Northwood just called. He actually knows I’m married!"

However, Charles hadn’t mentioned Maxwell Peary’s name during the call, so she didn’t know exactly how much he was aware of.

Maxwell’s brow furrowed slightly. Charles Northwood called Nia Mitchell?

"Oh? What else did he say?"

Was his little Rabina Mitchell feeling down just because of one call from Charles Northwood?

"He sounded really angry," Nia Mitchell said, rolling over on the bed, still thoroughly dejected.

"Let him be angry. We can talk about it once he’s calmed down."

Maxwell’s lips curled slightly. He’s angry now? There’ll be plenty more for him to be angry about in the future.

"How could I do this? He’s a good friend. It was my fault; I shouldn’t have hidden it from him."

Even Charles Northwood, who was usually so even-tempered, had gotten angry. She dreaded to think how Fiona Sutton would react upon finding out.

"Why don’t we invite him to dinner together someday?" Maxwell Peary suggested, feeling absolutely delighted.

He could already picture the scene: the two of them inviting Charles Northwood to dinner. That would surely exasperate Charles Northwood—it would serve him right for daring to threaten him!

Unaware of Maxwell’s thoughts, Nia Mitchell lay there and considered it for a moment before deciding it was a viable solution.

"Alright then. I’ll call him sometime to see when he’s free," Nia Mitchell nodded in agreement, swinging her legs as she lay on the bed.

"Alright. Where are you now?"

Since Charles Northwood already knows, it’s only a matter of time before Fiona Sutton finds out too. I’m already out, so I might as well go pick her up.

"I’m at the company."

TSK. A look of regret crossed Maxwell’s face. What a shame.

"Why are you back so early?" Maxwell glanced at his watch. It was still quite early; he’d thought she wouldn’t be back at the company before her shift started.

"I forgot I was supposed to meet Fiona. It wasn’t until after work that I remembered you were out, so I just grabbed a bite in the cafeteria by myself."

Maxwell paused. Ah, so that’s what happened.

"I’m heading back to the company now. If you’re tired, go get some rest in the Waiting Room."

"Mhm."

After hanging up, Nia Mitchell lay on the large bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, just as Maxwell Peary hung up, he received another call.

"Hello?" He usually didn’t answer calls from unknown numbers, but this time he’d pressed the answer button by mistake.

"Mr. Peary, it’s Phoebe Walker. It’s fine if you don’t want me back at MC Group, but I want to use the Walker Family to make a trade with you."

Hearing Phoebe Walker’s voice, Maxwell instinctively moved to hang up, but he paused when he heard her next words.

"A trade?" Maxwell’s lips curled. Plenty of people did business with him, but those who proposed a *trade*... there truly weren’t many.

"That’s right. I believe the Walker Family has what it takes to make such a trade with you. What do you think, Young Master Peary?"

Phoebe Walker had switched from calling him "Mr. Peary" to "Young Master Peary." Clearly, for this conversation at least, she wasn’t considering him her boss.