Nia Mitchell is lying on the big bed, taking a deep breath.
Looks like she'll have to go out and find something to eat herself.
With kiss marks all over her neck, going out to eat—she might be considered a real character.
So embarrassing.
Nia Mitchell reaches out to grab the quilt and throws it over her face.
It's just past ten in the morning. If she calls to order lunch now, would it be too early?
No choice!
Nia Mitchell directly picks up the hotel phone and orders some food.
Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for the food delivery, she first waits for the CEO to come back.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Maxwell Peary come over, she lets out a loud hum to catch his attention and let him know she's really upset now.
Maxwell Peary, dressed in a suit, had gone out to handle a few things earlier, and currently, there's no news about Silvia Waterborne.
He's managed to suppress the matter for now.
Even if the old man decides to act, he can't do much at the moment.
