Nia Mitchell didn't tell Maxwell Peary about this matter, opting to just lie obediently on the bed, not wanting to cause him any trouble.
Half-asleep and dazed, she didn't expect the phone to ring again.
"Hello?"
Nia reached out to answer the call, pressing the phone against her face, staying motionless.
"Hello, Miss Mitchell, if you don't want the issue with Silvia Waterborne to escalate, I think you need to come out for a bit."
A stranger's voice came from the other end of the line.
Um...
Nia was a bit panicked; what did this mean?
A threat?
Threatened before sleep.
Interrupted by a threatening call halfway through sleeping.
Damn!
These people really think she has no temper, huh.
Nia furiously went to the Living Room without bothering to put on slippers, her feet bare.
Maxwell Peary was deeply focused on his computer, tirelessly dealing with work.
Suddenly, Nia appeared by his side, and with a slap, placed her phone in front of Maxwell.
"What's wrong?"
