Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 614 - 613 Angry Little Rabbit

While discussions were buzzing elsewhere, Nia Mitchell was still sound asleep. However, she had sensed when Maxwell Peary got up.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Uncle?"

Confused for a moment, it then dawned on her.

Uncle Peary had left earlier, and she had somehow forgotten in an instant.

So stupid.

Nia Mitchell frowned, then lay back down, pulled up her blanket, her face flushed.

After another nap, by the time Nia Mitchell woke up, it was already nighttime.

The sun had set, and the sky was pitch black.

She came downstairs in her slippers, frowning, and saw the butler standing in the living room.

"Butler Goldsmith, where is my uncle?"

She frowned, pouting, and looked around, but didn’t see a trace of Maxwell Peary.

"Young Master Peary has not yet returned."

Nia Mitchell was taken aback, pouting in disbelief.

Maxwell Peary hadn’t come back this late?

The point was, he hadn’t even given her a single call.

"Then, call him and ask when he’ll be back."

As she spoke, she pouted and sat down on a nearby sofa, looking unhappy.

Frederick Goldsmith was momentarily dumbfounded. Young Mistress Mitchell, why don’t you make the call yourself?

After hesitating for a moment, he walked outside, pulling out his mobile phone as he went.

「MC Group—」

The frigid conference room was harshly illuminated by fluorescent lights, filling the entire space with their glare.

An oppressive atmosphere completely enveloped the conference room. Everyone held their breath.

Maxwell Peary’s brows were slightly furrowed. His black suit was neat and sharp.

"What? Has everyone gone mute?"

Maxwell Peary’s voice was cold and authoritative, every word resonating deep within their hearts.

Everyone shivered but remained seated in silence, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Humph! This year..."

Before Maxwell Peary could finish speaking, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

He immediately furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning foul with displeasure.

In the conference room, everyone gasped, apparently unable to believe their ears.

In this world, how many people would dare to disturb Young Master Peary’s meeting?

But more importantly, why hadn’t President Peary turned off his phone for this meeting?

"Hello?"

Maxwell Peary frowned. Seeing it was Frederick Goldsmith’s call, he hesitated for a moment before answering.

Everyone pricked up their ears, though they couldn’t actually hear anything.

"Young Mistress Mitchell has woken up and is looking for you. She seems a little unhappy."

Frederick Goldsmith didn’t hesitate and directly relayed his message.

Maxwell Peary frowned, pondering for a moment.

"Did she say anything?"

Rabina waking up was one thing, but why would she be unhappy?

"Nothing."

Frederick Goldsmith responded honestly, then waited for Young Master Peary’s orders.

"I still have some things to take care of tonight. Tell the kitchen to prepare a light dinner for her, and then have her go to bed early."

Maxwell Peary glanced at his watch; his brow remained tightly furrowed.

A lot of things had piled up during the day, much of the afternoon had been taken up, so everything had been pushed to the evening.

"Understood."

Frederick Goldsmith paused for a moment but still acknowledged the order.

Young Mistress Mitchell’s behavior tonight clearly indicated she wanted Young Master Peary to come home early.

But Young Master Peary seemed too busy to get away right now.

After hanging up, Frederick Goldsmith returned to the living room and looked at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting there pouting.

"Young Mistress Mitchell, Young Master Peary is still busy at the company. He has asked you to have dinner first."

Nia Mitchell pouted, looking at Frederick Goldsmith.

"I don’t want to eat."

After saying that, Nia Mitchell went straight upstairs.