Chapter 1201: 1203: Throw Away That Cheap Junk!

Nia Mitchell really couldn’t figure it out, so she could only understand it this way."Wow, getting flowers at the film set."

The staff around her had eyes that sparkled with jealousy and envy.

You know, it’s the film set now, and usually only stars receive flowers. It’s rare for staff to receive them.

"Did your boyfriend send them?"

"It must be her boyfriend, look how affectionate they are."

"Maybe he’s not even successful in pursuing her yet."

"That would be even more romantic."

Nia Mitchell:......

Are these flowers from Uncle Peary?

She held them in her hands, lowered her head to smell them — so fragrant.

But, the image of Uncle Peary’s expressionless face flashed in her mind.

Um...

He really doesn’t seem like the type to give roses.

"Did he send them?"

Silvia Waterborne took a break and immediately came over to sit next to her.

"I don’t know, there’s no card."

"Nia, would anyone else send flowers to you?"

Listening to Nia Mitchell, Silvia Waterborne felt something was off.

Shouldn’t she have said the flowers were definitely sent by Maxwell Peary?

Nia Mitchell chuckled, continuously staring at the flowers in her hands.

"Of course, no one else would send them. It’s just... Uncle really doesn’t seem like the flower-giving type."

Silvia Waterborne nodded, that seemed true.

"Maybe he’s having an epiphany now."

That’s possible too.

Just as they were chatting, they spotted Maxwell Peary’s Rolls-Royce.

Oh, dear!

Son, what are you up to?

If you say you’re here to visit me on set, I’ll definitely scold you.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Maxwell Peary stepped out of the car ostentatiously.

Without even glancing at others, he walked directly to Nia Mitchell.

"Uncle."

Nia Mitchell’s face lit up with a smile. She was just about to thank him for the flowers when his actions interrupted her.

Maxwell Peary reached out, grabbed the roses from Nia Mitchell’s hands, and casually tossed them aside.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Nia Mitchell furrowed her brows, utterly perplexed.

Maxwell Peary completely ignored the flowers; he untied his cufflinks, and began wiping her small hands.

Completely disregarding his pristine white shirt, he remained expressionless, entirely absorbed in his own world.

Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell felt utterly embarrassed.

Only after both small hands were rubbed red did Maxwell Peary stop.

"These cheap, obscure things, don’t hold them in your hands anymore. They’re too dirty."

Nia Mitchell:......

At this moment, if she still thought the flowers were sent by Maxwell Peary, she’d indeed be foolish.

"So the flowers weren’t from you. Who sent them then? There’s no card."

Hearing that Rabina Mitchell had attracted some unknown shady man, Maxwell Peary felt his teeth aching.

"Would I do such a boring thing?"

Flowers are used to flatter little girls.

Is Rabina the type to... like flowers?

Thinking of this, Maxwell Peary felt a bit guilty.

Earlier, Rabina seemed really happy holding those flowers.

"No way."

Nia Mitchell pursed her lips, thinking she’d be crazy to assume the CEO would send roses to her out of boredom.

"In the future, avoid interacting with people who have questionable intentions. Don’t you know your own identity?"

Nia Mitchell looked up silently at the sky.

"Also, don’t accept any of this messy nonsense in the future; being silly like, would you hold it happily if someone handed you a bomb?"

A bomb?!

Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched; Maxwell Peary, what other unbelievable things can you say?