Nia Mitchell bit her lip. "Accept her money and leave you?"
She was somewhat skeptical about what Maxwell Peary had said. What did he really think about this? Could one just walk away if the money was abundant enough?
Belinda Swan stood aside, feeling somewhat uneasy as she watched Nia Mitchell call Maxwell Peary.
So what if she played innocent and complained in a gentle and virtuous manner? Young Master Peary simply didn't care at all, did he?
After hearing Nia Mitchell's rhetorical question, Belinda Swan became even more haughty. Standing there, her gaze filled with disdain, she felt as if Nia Mitchell's very presence contaminated the air.
Maxwell Peary's lips curved. "How could I let my darling leave?"
With a deft turn of the steering wheel after a wide curve, Maxwell Peary pulled into Royal Bay Villa.
"Mr. Peary is a businessman, and Mrs. Peary should also be astute. When someone offers you some spending money, of course, you should accept it."
