Mr. Peary wore a displeased expression; Maxwell Peary's actions were not only a slap to Belinda Swan's face.
It was also a slap to his own face.
In the future, Belinda Swan would have no face to show, and neither would he!
How infuriating.
This time, Maxwell Peary was serious, not giving even a shred of face.
He thought about this, yet never considered that in the past, he also showed Maxwell Peary no face.
"Grandpa, this matter must be dealt with properly, or marrying Maxwell afterwards would only bring shame to the Peary Clan."
In Belinda Swan's world, she still believed she would marry Maxwell Peary.
She had long placed herself in the position of Mrs. Peary.
Seeing her this way, Mr. Peary said no more.
Phoebe Harris walked over at this time, her makeup was even more exquisite, clearly living a very good life here recently.
"Dad, you must be clear, Maxwell's marriage must be properly scrutinized, look at that common girl, what's so good about her?"
