Nia Mitchell looked around in surprise. Was everyone really gone?! Was this a real-life version of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"? With the onlookers gone, Nia Mitchell easily spotted her phone, which was now smashed to pieces. It looked like after it was kicked away, someone else had stepped on it. Maxwell Peary followed Nia Mitchell’s gaze and saw the ruined phone lying on the ground. "We’ll buy a new one later," he said. Maxwell Peary tightened his arm around her, holding her close. Nia Mitchell nodded, not wanting Maxwell Peary to worry about her, and managed a small smile. "You go wait in the car first." Maxwell Peary pointed to a black Maybach to the side, motioning for her to go first. Nia Mitchell shook her head reflexively, only just realizing the fear from what had just happened. If Maxwell Peary hadn’t arrived in time, she might have been hit. Since she was a child, she had a thing for heroes. More than once, she had fantasized about a white knight appearing at her side in a time of danger, offering her help and warmth. Hendry Hampton once ran several streets carrying her on his back to the Hospital when she was sick. Back then, lying on Hendry Hampton’s back, she thought he was her Hero, which is why she accepted his pursuit. But today, a real Hero appeared by her side. Maxwell Peary didn’t know what Nia Mitchell was thinking. Since she wasn’t willing to leave, he wouldn’t force her. So, he turned to look at Robert Perez. "What’s your explanation?" he asked. Maxwell Peary’s aura instantly switched; the gentleness he had shown Nia Mitchell was completely gone. Robert Perez was kneeling fearfully on the ground. His right cheek, scraped against the ground when he fell, was now dirt-stained and oozing beads of blood, looking exceptionally ghastly. "Young... Young Master Peary... I... I didn’t mean to... I... I just... just wanted to find my daughter..." Overwhelmed by Maxwell Peary’s aura, Robert Perez stammered, unable to speak clearly. Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. This man had actually stopped his woman on Main Street, saying he was looking for his daughter? HMPH! Did this man even have any regard for him, Maxwell Peary? "Young... Young Master Peary, my daughter was in the wrong, but... but can you please let my daughter go?" His daughter had been lost and then found; he felt immense guilt towards her. He wanted to make it up to her properly, but now that his daughter was gone again, how could he possibly make amends? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I beg you, I’ll kowtow to you!" Robert Perez suddenly knelt and started kowtowing, wanting nothing more than his daughter back. "Your daughter is not in my hands." Maxwell Peary wouldn’t normally bother with such explanations. However, he didn’t want anyone else to bother Nia Mitchell. Nor did he want to leave a bad impression on Nia Mitchell, so it was better to clarify things. After he finished speaking, he picked up the two large bags from the ground and, holding Nia Mitchell’s hand, prepared to get in the car. "Young Master Peary, I beg you, please let my daughter go!" He continued to kneel and beg desperately, hoping for Maxwell Peary’s mercy. Maxwell Peary furrowed his brows and paused. "I wouldn’t stoop to lying to you. When I say Victoria Perez is not here, she’s not with me." After saying this with a dark face, Maxwell Peary ignored Robert Perez and left with Nia Mitchell. But, would Maxwell Peary just let Robert Perez go? HMPH! It wasn’t that simple.