Maxwell Peary was taken aback, clearly not expecting Nia Mitchell’s reaction. That morning, when he entered his Office Room, he sat in his chair thinking about the recent changes, and he did indeed smoke a cigarette. Does she dislike smokers? "Uncle, you haven’t answered me yet." Nia Mitchell’s cheeks puffed up. She had never seen him smoke before, nor had she smelled any tobacco odor on him. She presumed he didn’t smoke. HMPH! "Yes, I smoked one earlier, but I rarely smoke." He had to clarify; he was not heavily addicted to smoking. Nia Mitchell pursed her lips. She used to firmly declare that her future partner would be a nonsmoker, wouldn’t drink Wine, and wouldn’t gamble. But then, Fiona Sutton criticized her for several months, talking about Ceza’s Wine culture and how the dining table is where business deals are made, and so on. She could accept someone who drank less Wine, as long as they weren’t addicted to Wine. "What? You actually smoke? Smoking is bad for your health." Nia Mitchell’s petite nose sniffed again. Hmm, the smell of smoke seems to be stronger now, especially on the CEO. "Alright, I won’t smoke anymore." Maxwell Peary raised three fingers as if taking an oath, his handsome face full of sincerity. Alright then. Nia Mitchell admitted to herself, I suddenly feel like I’m making a fuss about nothing. It’s normal for the CEO to smoke, drink Wine, and all that. Besides, he already said he only smokes occasionally. "Actually... I wouldn’t mind if you smoked occasionally." She blushed and pouted, mumbling softly. Maxwell Peary’s eyes filled with laughter as he reached out to touch her face. Maxwell Peary was about to speak when Nia Mitchell’s phone suddenly rang. She gave an apologetic smile and quickly answered it. Nia Mitchell’s voice was always so soft and sweet, as if it could sweeten a person’s heart. Every time Maxwell Peary heard it, his heart fluttered as if tickled by a kitten. Fiona Sutton’s voice came through the phone. Nia Mitchell froze for a moment, then lowered her phone to check the caller ID—it read Fiona Sutton. "Didn’t you say you were breaking off our friendship?" Nia Mitchell thought about what had happened that day and became annoyed again. Although they had had disagreements before, they had never actually spoken of breaking off their friendship. So this time, Nia Mitchell was really angry. Meanwhile, at a nearby airport, a woman in a black top and white skinny jeans, dragging a suitcase, hustled out while talking on the phone. "Weren’t those just words said in anger? Others might not understand me, but don’t you?" Fiona Sutton casually made this remark and quickly walked out of the airport. Nia Mitchell remained silent. Well, that’s just how Fiona Sutton is, she thought. "Do you want me to pick you up from the airport? Are you the only one who came back?" If I remember correctly, she went to the USA with Charles Northwood. "The bodyguard is still in the USA; he must be heartbroken. After all, you’re the one who went and got married! You don’t need to pick me up. I wouldn’t want to disturb you blissful newlyweds." Fiona Sutton hailed a cab as she said this, her tone full of sour grapes, as she always sounded sarcastic. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Nia Mitchell clenched her fists. I haven’t even told them what happened on the engagement day yet! "I’m coming to see you guys! Driver, to Royal View Villa." Nia Mitchell suddenly shouted, startling Fiona Sutton on the other end of the phone. Doesn’t she want to be disturbed?