The smile on Liam Walker’s face gradually stiffened; he was unsure how to break the awkwardness. He could only follow Maxwell Peary’s lead, step by step. Maxwell Peary walked to the center of the banquet but didn’t spot Nia Mitchell anywhere. If he wasn’t mistaken, Rabina Mitchell had probably hidden in the restroom. Regarding the CEO’s speculation, one could only say he understood Rabina Mitchell quite well. "You go ahead and attend to your business. I’ll sit for a while and then leave." Maxwell Peary picked up a glass of red wine and sat on a nearby sofa. Young Master Peary had spoken. Could he stay here any longer? So, Liam Walker turned to leave. He decided it was best to find his daughter and have Phoebe Walker come over to accompany Young Master Peary. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Maxwell Peary crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. A corner of his lips curled up as he took his phone out of his pocket. "If you don’t show up where I can see you, I’ll immediately expose our relationship." He typed out a text message and lightly tapped the send button. Far away in the restroom, a certain woman, who was sitting cross-legged on the toilet lid taking off her high heels, felt the corner of her mouth twitch. Tsk, always using things to threaten her. Nia Mitchell pouted. The more she looked at the text message, the angrier she became. "You said you wouldn’t come here." She quickly typed back a reply. BEEP BEEP. An incoming message. Maxwell Peary lowered his gaze to his phone. Heh. Just the thought of her little face, teeth gritted in frustration, made him unable to resist smirking. "Didn’t you also say you wouldn’t be upset if I came?" Nia Mitchell angrily jumped off the toilet lid. She knew it! He had set a trap for her before!She had never met anyone so annoying, so devious, so calculating. "You were the one who said you wouldn’t come, that you wouldn’t attend these chaotic banquets! So what are you doing here?" Young Master Peary, who never attended any banquets, was appearing at an unmarried young lady’s birthday party. And to top it off, hardly anyone knew Young Master Peary was a married man! "I came to find my wife." Maxwell Peary quickly typed his reply. "Hurry up and get out of the restroom. Don’t let my wife end up stinking in there." "You’re the stinky one! I smell fragrant." Nia Mitchell texted back furiously, still quite comfortable sitting on the toilet lid. However, ever since Young Master Peary’s arrival, the entire atmosphere of the banquet had felt off. Although people still appeared to be chatting and sipping wine as usual, with some seated to the side eating refreshments, the volume of their conversations had all dropped. Many people were also sneaking glances, intentionally or not, towards Maxwell Peary, extremely curious about what he was looking at on his phone. BEEPS from his phone sounded from time to time, and everyone found it hard to accept that Young Master Peary was actually texting someone. "Is that so? If you’re fragrant, then come out and let me smell." "I’m not coming out! If you have the guts, come to the ladies’ room and get me!" Haha! Nia Mitchell laughed out loud as she sent this text. If Maxwell Peary really came to the ladies’ room, hahaha, that mental image would be too priceless to bear! "Nia Mitchell, am I to understand that you’re inviting me to the restroom to... do ’it’ with you?" The woman in the restroom frowned. Did Uncle Peary make a typo?What did the last part of that sentence mean?Oh, whatever! It was definitely a provocation. "If you have the guts, then come!" Maxwell Peary, sitting far away in the main hall, felt his eyes suddenly light up. "I’m afraid we’d be disturbed here, and we wouldn’t be able to enjoy it fully. I’ll satisfy you when we get home."