Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 635 - 634: Nia Mitchell, you come back to work!

Chapter 635: Chapter 634: Nia Mitchell, you come back to work!

Nia Mitchell was taken aback. She turned to look at EdbertNia Mitchell, finding it hard to believe.

"Is this White Swan really that good?"

Why do I find this so hard to believe?

"Of course."

With that, EdbertNia Mitchell glanced at the Salesperson nearby. The Salesperson quickly understood and came over.

"Sir, how can I assist you?"

The Salesperson smiled warmly at them.

"Please wrap this up."

The Salesperson looked at the White Swan, momentarily stunned, but then a broad smile spread across their face.

Nia Mitchell furrowed her delicate brows. Why do I feel like I’ve gotten the short end of the stick seeing that Salesperson’s smile?

"EdbertNia Mitchell, did we really get taken advantage of? This White Swan doesn’t seem as good as we imagined."

Nia Mitchell frowned, displeased.

Seeing her pouty expression, EdbertNia Mitchell smiled.

"Look at you. People who don’t know you would think you’re poor. Besides, you’re not the one paying."

EdbertNia Mitchell raised an eyebrow.

Nia Mitchell was startled. Okay, fine. EdbertNia Mitchell is rich; it has nothing to do with me.

After that, she strolled around a bit more with EdbertNia Mitchell, and then the two of them left.

Leaving the gallery, Nia Mitchell and EdbertNia Mitchell got into the car.

"Where would you like to go now?"

She smiled, a little curious.

EdbertNia Mitchell looked at her smile and was momentarily dazzled.

After a moment of hesitation, he started the car.

"I’ll take you somewhere fun."

With that, he prepared to whisk her away.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Nia Mitchell’s phone rang again.

Maxwell Peary couldn’t stand it anymore. What is all this?

This damnable Rabina Mitchell hadn’t joined him for lunch, which was forgivable. But now it was already afternoon, and she was still playing hooky.

No, no, I can’t keep spoiling her like this. I have to teach her a small lesson.

So, he dialed her number with a stern expression.

Nia Mitchell looked at the caller ID and, startled, answered.

"Hello?"

She didn’t address him as ’Uncle’ when she answered. Is she trying to tell me she’s unhappy, or what?

Maxwell Peary frowned deeply, his expression growing increasingly darker.

"Why aren’t you back yet?"

He asked rigidly, his voice full of grievance.

However, his impassive demeanor exuded a chilling aura. Since no one else was in the CEO Office, no one could feel this cold.

Maxwell Peary, in this state, was obviously angry.

However, Nia Mitchell couldn’t see his virtually expressionless face, so she couldn’t gauge his mood.

"I’m still out right now. I’ll be back in a bit."

Nia Mitchell glanced at the time; it was already working hours.

Maxwell Peary’s eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter, a wave of displeasure rippling through his heart.

"When is ’in a bit’? Don’t you know you’re supposed to be working? Watch out, or I’ll deduct your bonus."

Maxwell Peary threatened coldly, hoping Rabina Mitchell would return.

However, Nia Mitchell seemed unfazed.

"Didn’t you say it? All your money is mine. What bonus should I worry about?"

What does it mean to shoot oneself in the foot? This is exactly it.

Heh. CEO Maxwell Peary was not feeling good at all right now.

"My money is my money, and your money is your money!"

Maxwell Peary was almost going mad. Has this Rabina Mitchell learned to use my own words against me now?

Oh hell!