Nia Mitchell! It was still Nia Mitchell!
Nia Mitchell was standing there with a smile on her face, holding not only her own bag but also the CEO's briefcase.
She had already given the car key to the valet, who would bring the car around shortly.
"Are you cold?" Maxwell Peary leaned closer to Nia Mitchell and asked softly.
The Western Restaurant was air-conditioned, so the temperature inside was comfortable. However, the weather outside was unpleasant; it had just been raining, and now a slight wind had picked up.
He was immediately concerned about Nia Mitchell's well-being, especially since she had only recently recovered from a fever.
"No, it's almost summer." How could I be cold?
Maxwell Peary nodded. The car had arrived, and he opened his umbrella, intending to escort Nia Mitchell to the passenger seat first.
However, a figure suddenly rushed toward them.
It was Sophia Moore.
