It's over, it's all over! That caller was definitely courting death, even daring to call a second time. This was a complete disaster.
Maxwell Peary walked over, his expression dark, and picked up his phone. However, when he saw the caller ID, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. That previous call must have been from Rabina Mitchell too.
"Hello?" He did his best to calm his anger. He never wanted his work-related temper to affect Rabina Mitchell.
"Uncle?" Nia Mitchell spoke in a low voice, leaning against the car and biting her lip.
"Mm," Maxwell Peary responded. Was she not having fun on her outing? Is that why she called him? Just the thought of it made Maxwell Peary feel uncomfortable.
"Uncle, are you busy right now?" Nia Mitchell asked cautiously. How on earth was she going to say it? Should she just blurt it out? Uncle, I have to bring a parent to school. Can you come? No, no, that would be too embarrassing. The CEO's expression would definitely be priceless.
