Chapter 1221: 1223: She Will Leave Soon

Nia Mitchell was unaware of Maxwell Peary’s thoughts; she was feeling quite excited herself. Yet, despite her excitement, she still had concerns about Anne Davidson.

She sensed a great danger around Anne.

For some reason, she felt things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

However, she trusted Uncle Peary to handle the situation well.

"You don’t need to worry about Anne Davidson,"

Maxwell Peary turned and glanced at Nia Mitchell, easily discerning her worries.

"She will soon leave here."

Anne Davidson returned, which didn’t make Nia too happy.

However, he couldn’t stop her from visiting her family, could he?

"I trust you, Uncle."

Nia Mitchell nodded, turning to look at Maxwell Peary.

Maxwell Peary brought Nia Mitchell to Madgar Pavilion and began to eat.

"Uncle, are we going to the mountain later?"

Nia Mitchell’s little face was full of excitement.

"Yes."

Watching Nia Mitchell’s happy expression, Maxwell Peary swallowed the words he had hesitated to say.

He would protect Nia Mitchell well, regardless of what might happen in the future.

As for Anne Davidson...

He could resolve it quickly.

...

Shirley Grant rested in the hotel for a bit before Andrew Davidson called her out. In the car with him, she remained expressionless.

Soon, the car stopped.

Under Andrew’s lead, Shirley Grant walked inside.

"Oh, Andrew?"

Someone inside reacted with surprise upon seeing Andrew, thinking he was in Sicily.

"Help her with makeup and a dress change; we’re attending an auction later."

Oh?

The man looked at Andrew incredulously—is Andrew really back just for an auction?

What at this auction is worth his return?

"No problem, but it’s best if you tell me who this woman is."

The man had a teasing expression.

"It’s none of your business."

Andrew Davidson didn’t know how to explain, so he said this.

...

Auction—

Alan Morgan finally showed up at the auction after persistent urging from his mother.

The only thing of interest to him at the auction was the final pendant centerpiece.

"CEO Morgan, I didn’t expect to see you here."

Suddenly, a heavily made-up woman approached, her revealing dress showing her curves.

It was enough to make anyone’s blood race.

But it didn’t interest Alan Morgan at all.

"CEO Morgan, do you not recognize me here?"

The woman felt a bit awkward, though her face still maintained a smile.

"Sorry."

Alan Morgan wore a business-like smile, ready to turn around and leave after speaking.

"CEO Morgan, we just met a few days ago; I’m Harmony Hughes from Hughes Group. We even signed a contract a couple of days ago."

Harmony Hughes didn’t expect Alan Morgan to completely forget her; it left her slightly disappointed.

But it didn’t matter. Considering who Alan Morgan was—not only the sole heir of the Morgan Group, but also close to Young Master Peary—

It clearly indicated his bright future.

Such a person presented before you is essentially a great opportunity.

If you don’t seize it, you’re a fool.

Thanks to Harmony Hughes’ reminder, Alan Morgan remembered she was a business partner.