At this moment, Maxwell Peary exuded a lethal attractiveness, making it impossible for anyone to look away.
Nia Mitchell was so frightened she almost bit her own tongue. What on earth was happening?
Uncle Peary was here?
Nia Mitchell truly couldn't believe it. The scene before her eyes seemed too unreal.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell put down the skewer in her hand, her eyes wide.
Maxwell Peary stopped about a meter away from Nia Mitchell, frowning as he looked at the two people sitting there.
Could they actually be eating food from a place like this?
"Go home!"
Two simple yet authoritative words, emanating an undeniable pressure.
Nia Mitchell shrank back slightly. It seemed she'd made many mistakes today, and she was sure she'd be in big trouble if she went home now.
"I've already arranged with Evelyn to stay with her tonight."
Maxwell Peary's eyes widened in disbelief.
What the hell!
Nia, don't drag me into this! Evelyn Peary thought frantically. Who agreed to that with you?
