In the CEO Office, Maxwell Peary’s hand, holding his pen, trembled slightly; he really couldn’t stand the grating sound from a certain young woman. He raised his hand to his forehead, feeling the urge to tape Rabina’s mouth shut. Does she really have to be ? Does she? She’s going too far. She clearly has no intention of letting him work in peace. "Don’t you want to go home soon?" Maxwell Peary lifted his head, decisively put down the pen in his hand, got up, and walked towards the sofa. Seeing this display, Nia Mitchell’s heart immediately constricted. Uncle Peary isn’t angry, is he? Thinking about Maxwell Peary’s serious expression when he worked—he must be a workaholic. A workaholic whose work is interrupted will definitely be furious. Uh oh, she realized her mistake now. She should have just sat quietly on the sofa and waited patiently. Hmm, what should she do now? The CEO is already walking over! "I know I was wrong. I’ll sit here quietly and won’t talk or move." With a small, repentant expression on her face, as if ready to admit her mistake and change, Nia Mitchell felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, afraid Maxwell Peary would keep walking towards her. Seeing her , Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but want to laugh. How can she be so cute? "Nia, are you bored?" Maxwell Peary sat down and reached out, pulling her into his embrace. "It’s alright. I can wait." Maxwell Peary raised his hand to look at his watch, mentally calculating whether or not to continue working. "Wait for me for another ten minutes, and then I’ll take you out for a big meal, alright?" He coaxed her patiently. Nia Mitchell was startled; she hadn’t expected Maxwell Peary to treat her so gently. Could this be the calm before the storm? That would be too terrifying. "Um, it’s okay, really. I can wait for an hour too. You should get back to work quickly. I’ll definitely be quiet and won’t disturb you." She sat there obediently, terrified of making Maxwell Peary angry. Seeing her , Maxwell Peary sighed. "Forget it. Let’s go home now." Nia Mitchell was taken aback, watching Maxwell Peary stand up to gather his things. "Uncle, I really won’t disturb your work. Work is important; please hurry and get busy." Remembering that she had seen Maxwell Peary still working late one night, she couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart. She knew that to climb high, one must make many sacrifices. As the CEO of MC, Maxwell Peary must have endured a great many hardships. Since she was already married to him, if she couldn’t share his burdens, the least she could do was not disturb him. Maxwell Peary looked up at Nia Mitchell, seeing the seriousness in her eyes. Rarely seeing such an expression in Rabina’s eyes, Maxwell Peary knew she was serious about what she said. He glanced down at the things on his desk; they were indeed quite important. "If you’re tired, go rest in the waiting room for a bit. I’ll be done in ten minutes." After saying that, he sat down again. Nia Mitchell nodded. Deciding it was better not to distract him there, she went to the waiting room. "Mr. Peary, I’ve come to resign, but Special Assistant Morgan isn’t approving it." After a knock on the door, Shirley Grant walked in. Meanwhile, Nia Mitchell, who had just entered the waiting room, happened to hear the voices from outside the door. It wasn’t that she was being nosy; she was just a little curious why Shirley Grant would want to resign. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 So, she once again pressed herself against the back of the waiting room door, pricking up her little ears to listen to the sounds from outside. "Why didn’t Alan Morgan approve your resignation?" Without lifting his head, Maxwell Peary asked this first.