Sierra Wright swallowed hard; she had heard that this Nia Mitchell was well-connected. Staring at the already closed elevator, she felt like she had uncovered a secret. There was no one in the Secretary Department. Nia Mitchell took a deep breath, ran to Maxwell Peary’s Office Room, and quietly pushed the door open. What is my uncle doing? Curious, Nia Mitchell peered in to see Maxwell Peary sitting in his Office Room with a serious expression. And Alan Morgan, who was standing in front of Maxwell’s desk. Phew, thank God there’s no one else here. Nia Mitchell summoned a big grin, pushed the Grand Gate open, and stepped inside. Maxwell looked up. His tense face relaxed into a slight smile, the corners of his mouth curving faintly. "Why are you here so late?" Maxwell set aside what he was doing, stood up, and came over to her. Seeing his darling wife, who cares about work now? Alan Morgan, who had been standing there all this time, was now completely in the way. Maxwell waved his hand dismissively. Alan Morgan groaned silently. Boss, you’re being too unfair! Nia Mitchell gave an awkward little laugh. "Alan, you haven’t had lunch yet, have you? How about we eat together?" Nia Mitchell lifted the food box slightly. Alan Morgan was internally reeling. Lunch with the CEO? That would be fine after work, but please, spare me during office hours! "No, thank you, Sister-in-law. I’ve already ordered my meal." Alan gave a wry smile and quickly slipped away after speaking. By the time Nia Mitchell turned her gaze away from Alan, Maxwell had already sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs, a dangerous curve playing on his lips. Nia hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Maxwell. "Uncle, can you guess what I brought for you?" She sat next to Maxwell with a cheerful smile, clutching the food box tightly and not setting it down on the coffee table. "Sweet and Sour Spareribs?" Maxwell laughed, slipping an arm around her slender waist. As if he couldn’t guess her little scheme! She knew he didn’t like sweet food. Perhaps this entire food box was filled with sweet and sour dishes. "Uncle, am I that bad?" Nia pouted playfully and lightly tapped Maxwell’s arm. "Oh? Isn’t our little darling a bit naughty?" Maxwell leaned in and playfully nipped her earlobe. MMH! The most update n0vels are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 Nia flinched, her hand flying to cover her bitten earlobe. "Uncle, are you part dog or something?" Nia turned her head angrily, speaking in a threatening tone. However, Maxwell, sitting on the sofa, was smiling, showing no signs of remorse. Hearing Nia accuse him of being part dog, he surprisingly wasn’t angry. He simply pulled her into his arms again, letting her glare and sputter. "Sweetheart, you can flirt all you want, but can it wait until after Uncle has eaten?" He reached out with his left hand to take the food box. Nia playfully pulled it away, refusing to give it to him. "If you want to eat, you must promise me you won’t bite...my ears again." Her ears had been bitten more than once. If he didn’t break this habit, she was afraid they’d be bitten again. Even at night when he...you know...he wouldn’t let them go. No way, this is a serious concern for the future! "Hmm? What if I don’t agree? Are you going to starve me?" Maxwell hugged her, then lifted her onto his lap. His questioning, lilting tone echoed in her ears. Her recently bitten earlobe was flushed red and still radiating heat. "Exactly! I won’t let you eat."