Chapter 1218: 1220: Anne Davidson Loses Face

Anne Davidson was instantly stunned, unable to react for a moment. She knew Maxwell Peary was married, but...

Why would it be this type of woman?

She looked young, fine, but she was actually this kind of...

The kind you see everywhere on the Main Street.

Impossible!

Someone like Maxwell Peary, standing at the very top of the pyramid, how could he possibly like this kind of woman?

Thinking of this, Anne’s whole being was rejecting the idea.

"Hi, I’m Nia Mitchell."

Nia Mitchell introduced herself confidently, and even gave a sweet smile.

This version of Nia left Anne even more unable to snap out of it.

"Hello."

She responded almost against her will, her expression extremely ugly.

"I’m Anne, I’m Maxwell’s... I’m..."

When she got to this point, she actually didn’t know how to introduce herself.

Nia arched her brows slightly, feeling a bit incredulous inside.

Anne?

This woman is Anne?

No way?

Anne actually came back, and she’s in the same Office Room with Uncle Peary, and she even... even calls Uncle Peary "Maxwell."

So annoying!

Nia quietly edged closer toward the CEO, pouting her lips, in a very bad mood.

"What’s wrong?"

Noticing the change in the little Rabina beside him, Maxwell Peary immediately lowered his head to look at her.

Nia shook her head.

"I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you’d be coming too. If I’d known I would have brought you a little gift. How about this, tonight I’m treating Maxwell to dinner, you can come along as well."

Nia silently pouted a little.

You can come along as well?

Tch!

What exactly is she treating herself as?

Inviting someone’s husband out to dinner, and being that arrogant right in front of his wife, and even saying she’ll bring her along.

If she tags along, she’ll definitely look super petty.

Thinking of that, Nia’s face instantly blossomed into a smile.

"Is that so? But my husband and I already have plans tonight, he probably won’t be able to say yes to you."

Maxwell Peary: ...

He had never agreed to anything either of these two women just said, okay?

But...

What the little Rabina just said, he could nod to that.

"Yeah, my wife and I already made plans a while ago, I’m really sorry."

His time was always limited; people who wanted to schedule a meal with him could line up all the way overseas.

So turning people down was perfectly normal.

Hearing Maxwell Peary reject her without giving her even the slightest bit of face, Anne’s expression instantly changed.

She never imagined Maxwell would actually turn her down, and right in front of Nia.

All at once she became extremely embarrassed, stuck standing there with no way to step down.

Nia also noticed her awkwardness, but didn’t say anything.

Who told her to covet her Uncle Peary?

"Maxwell, I rarely come back, and a couple of days ago I knew you must be busy. Besides, just now you didn’t say you had plans tonight."

Anne lowered her head, her voice still soft and weak, making it impossible to detect her true emotions.

Someone like that might actually be the scariest.

"I’m very sorry, I have to go."

Maxwell checked the time and completely ignored the long speech Anne was giving there; after he finished speaking he actually turned around, ready to leave.

Anne looked at their intertwined hands, and a flash of hatred instantly crossed her eyes.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Anne fell downward, her right hand reaching toward her foot.

"Maxwell, my foot hurts so much, I think I twisted it."