Obviously, let alone whether there was time, the CEO would never give her this opportunity.
"Heh, if you're not going out, then I'll go first."
Regardless of whether she might expose herself, she knew one thing for sure: if she stayed any longer, something terrible would happen.
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to sit up, he forcefully pushed her back down.
"Trying to escape?"
It won't be that simple. Light the fire and then plan to just stand by? How could Maxwell Peary let her get away with it?
"Heh... Uncle, what are you saying? Why would I want to escape?"
Nia Mitchell's body was rigid, the words she spoke seemingly squeezed through the gaps between her teeth.
"Really not planning to run?"
The CEO raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly laying a trap.
But Rabina, ever the bunny, could only nod.
Seeing her slight reaction, a small smile played on Maxwell Peary's lips. He shifted, pressing himself down on her.
"Nia Mitchell."
He murmured her name.
