Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 453 - 452: Aren’t You Unmarried?
Nia Mitchell blinked. Looking at Maxwell Peary, who had appeared in front of her, she was momentarily stunned.
Even though she saw him every day, she often found herself mesmerized, feeling he was an astonishingly handsome man.
Especially the aura he exuded—it wasn’t something that could be cultivated overnight.
"Haven’t you finished your work?"
Maxwell frowned, displeased. Watching Nia Mitchell still sitting at her desk, he felt somewhat annoyed.
He had transferred his wife from the Secretary Department, hoping she would have an easier time and not so much work.
But what does this Lewis mean?
He clearly knows Nia is his wife, whom he cherishes dearly.
Yet, he made my wife work overtime on her first day here.
Damn it!
He’s courting death!
"No, I finished a while ago."
Nia said guiltily, her expression quite unnatural.
She had been transferred to the Special Assistant’s team today and had no work at all.
She’d been idling for half the day and felt rather embarrassed herself.
However, her expression misled Maxwell.
His wife was very busy today, and not only that, she was even covering for Owen Lewis.
Owen Lewis, still sitting there daydreaming, had no idea he was on the brink of disaster. Consequently, for a long time to come, he would inexplicably feel that the big boss was targeting him.
"Then let’s call it a day."
Maxwell walked over to Nia Mitchell and said this, then waited for her to pack her things.
"Okay."
Nia nodded. After she packed her things, Owen Lewis, who was sitting to the side, finally snapped back to his senses.
"Huh? Boss, when did you get here?"
Owen Lewis was puzzled. Why isn’t Maxwell Peary in his own office? What’s he doing over here?
A date with his wife?
Tsk, tsk. The boss really has peculiar tastes.
"Uh, Boss... I didn’t realize you were into this sort of thing."
That’s terrifying, truly terrifying.
He felt Maxwell Peary was a dangerous man, even if they were good buddies.
"What am I supposedly into?"
Maxwell looked displeased. Nia Mitchell sensed the subtle change in his expression, but Owen Lewis, the instigator, remained completely oblivious.
"You were still single when I got married. How did you suddenly get hitched? Is she even of age?"
After asking, Owen Lewis sighed in relief, finally voicing the question that had been bugging him all afternoon.
Maxwell’s face darkened further, a vein throbbed in his temple, and he felt like annihilating the man before him any second.
But his rationality held.
"Aren’t you the one who’s not married?"
When it came to hitting a sore spot, Maxwell was always quick, precise, and ruthless.
He’d heard that Owen Lewis still hadn’t found Annie Davidson.
Besides, hadn’t Annie said they never got a marriage certificate? So if they separated now, it would just be a breakup, not even a divorce.
Owen Lewis was speechless.
Why did the boss’s words sound so malicious?
"Who says I’m not married? I got married before you!"
It’s just a missing certificate, right?
"Oh, really?"
Maxwell clearly didn’t believe him, offering only a skeptical smirk. He didn’t bother arguing with Owen further. Instead, he took Nia Mitchell’s hand.
"We’re heading home. You can take your sweet time finding your wife."
With that, he pulled Nia Mitchell towards the elevator, leaving Owen Lewis with... oh, no, two... two large receding silhouettes.
PFFT—
He felt like coughing up blood! The boss was so shameless, so shameless! He even deliberately got married before me!
