Maxwell Peary snatched the phone angrily. As soon as he saw it was Evelyn Peary calling, his already dark face instantly turned as black as soot. Damn it, damn it, to think it was his little sister!
"Hello! You'd better have something important to say, or I'll destroy your Madgar Pavilion!"
Evelyn Peary, sitting in the private booth of the Madgar Pavilion, was taken aback. She pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at it. It was her older brother; she hadn't dialed the wrong number. What was wrong with him? Why was he so angry?
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Evelyn Peary pouted; just looking at the jewelry on the table made her angry.
Maxwell Peary, his face dark, rolled over and sat on Nia Mitchell's right side, neatly tucking in her blanket.
Looking down at Rabina Mitchell lying next to him, he tenderly reached out and stroked her hair.
