Royal Dynasty Hotel, this is the CEO's domain.
If he's still not reassured, there's nothing else she can do.
"Do you really have to attend?"
Why spend such precious evening hours on a crowd of people she doesn't even know?
He hasn't seen her all day.
"Of course I have to."
Nia Mitchell finally realized that from now on, no matter what kind of party it is, her chances of attending would be few and far between.
The CEO's possessiveness was too strong; before long, she might fall out of touch with society and end up with no friends.
"Why can't you bring a plus-one? You could just allow others to bring theirs too, couldn't you?"
Maxwell Peary still wanted to attend. He didn't like the feeling of eating alone.
He used to find it peaceful, but now it felt lonely.
Nia Mitchell: ...!!!
She was utterly overwhelmed—does it have to be like this?
How come she hadn't noticed Uncle was like this before?
"Uncle, could you not be like this?"
Nia Mitchell felt so mentally drained.
