Chapter 1217: 1219: This Is My Wife

Anne Davidson sat over there, nervously saying."Maxwell, has your heart changed?"

She knew Maxwell Peary was already married.

But what of it, marriages can end in divorce.

She believed that Maxwell Peary certainly had a reason to get married, it was something he had to do.

Even though...

She didn’t think anyone could force Maxwell Peary.

"Anne, I always thought you knew your place very well."

Saying this, Maxwell Peary shut down the computer and began to tidy up his desk.

Listening to Maxwell speak like this, Anne’s expression changed.

"Maxwell, it’s getting late, why don’t you take me out for dinner? I’ve just returned to Capital Town and I’m unfamiliar with the area."

Anne spoke, standing up naturally.

"I have other matters to attend to."

Anne paused, listening to him say that, she began to ponder his thoughts.

"Are you perhaps going to attend the auction tonight? I’m going too, I hear there’s a pendant being auctioned that has been lost to history, I quite fancy it."

Anne smiled as she spoke, ready to go with Maxwell Peary.

"I’m not going to the auction."

Anne paused.

Suddenly, the office room felt very awkward.

"Maxwell—"

"I’m sorry."

Saying this, Maxwell Peary finished packing his things and prepared to leave.

"Maxwell, have you really changed? Didn’t you say before that you’d treat me well, is this how you treat me?"

Even if it’s to make amends, this shouldn’t be the way to make amends.

Maxwell Peary stopped in his tracks, turning to look at the saddened Anne.

"I believe I’ve already done enough. I said I would make amends, and over the years, I believe I’ve never owed you anything."

Anne stood there dumbfounded, feeling very upset.

"Maxwell Peary, you’re so cruel!"

So cruel!

How could he speak such words so easily?

Nia Mitchell listened, very confused, blinking her eyes with a hint of perplexity.

What is this situation?

Who exactly is that woman?

She clearly heard that the person called Uncle Peary by the name Maxwell.

Ugh! What kind of person, calling him Uncle so affectionately?

Nia Mitchell stood there angrily, and accidentally pushed the door open.

Uh...

Why wasn’t the door locked?

The grand gate to the office room suddenly opened, and the two people inside froze, simultaneously looking over.

Nia Mitchell: ......

Suddenly becoming the focus of attention, she stood there, feeling very uneasy.

The woman’s scrutinizing gaze made her uncomfortable.

"Why are you just getting here now?"

Seeing Nia Mitchell coming over, Maxwell Peary checked the time.

Later than expected by five minutes.

Nia Mitchell awkwardly scratched her head, should she tell him she was eavesdropping at the wall and that’s why she was delayed?

"Just a little traffic on the way."

Nia Mitchell smiled, then walked to Maxwell Peary’s side before turning to face the woman before her.

Just hearing her voice, she knew this woman must be very beautiful, and indeed she was.

Looking at her attire, her delicate makeup, and her smooth hair like silk cascading down, one could easily tell she was very elegant.

With just one glance, it was clear this person’s upbringing was very noble.

So refined and dignified, no wonder her voice was so gentle.

"Maxwell, who is this?"

Anne Davidson clenched her fists, staring intently at Nia Mitchell standing there.

"My wife, Nia Mitchell."