Nia Mitchell was scratching her head. Fiona Sutton’s ability to imagine things was certainly growing. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "I’m asking, are you coming or not?" Nia Mitchell turned up her volume impatiently, waiting for Fiona Sutton’s final response. "Of course I’m going, duh." Even if I get kicked out, I’ll bloody well go. After hanging up the call, Nia Mitchell sat in the Office Room, her expression unreadable. The phone rang again. It was the driver. "Madam, are you going home now?" Young Master Peary had previously instructed him to pick up Nia Mitchell, so he had been waiting downstairs at the Company for a while. Seeing that everyone else had left and Madam still hadn’t appeared, the driver grew a little anxious that he might have missed her. Nia Mitchell packed her things with a pout and walked out. "No need. I’m having dinner with a friend later." Nia Mitchell declined the driver. Besides, Maxwell wasn’t at home. What was the point of going back early? The villa is so big, so empty, absolutely deserted. "Alright, Madam. Do you need me to drop you off?" "No need. I’ll just take a taxi later." After hanging up, Nia Mitchell hailed a taxi and left. Nia Mitchell got off the taxi. From far away, she saw Fiona Sutton standing at the Grand Gate Entrance of Lotus Residence, the breeze stirring her long hair. Her fair face was extraordinarily attractive under the glow of the sunset, exuding an air of peaceful serenity. "Did you feckin’ crawl here? You made me stand here in the wind for ages." Seeing Nia Mitchell approach, Fiona Sutton opened her mouth and instantly ruined the serene image. Ugh... Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched. I must be blind to think Fiona Sutton is a lady embodying peaceful serenity. "It’s rush hour, so there was a traffic jam," Nia Mitchell explained awkwardly. Fiona arched an eyebrow. "I know you have a job now, so quit your blabbering, or if I get annoyed, I’ll annihilate you." Fiona Sutton forcefully pushed Nia Mitchell forward. "Let’s go, let’s go. I want to see how you’re going to treat me to dinner at Lotus Residence today. If we get kicked out later, don’t you dare be sad. I won’t have time to comfort you," Fiona said, running her fingers through her wind-messed hair, giving her a preemptive warning. I have thick skin, so being kicked out doesn’t bother me. But sweet little Nia Mitchell is different. Whenever Nia feels even slightly embarrassed, her face turns crimson red. It’s hilarious! "Even if you’re sad, I won’t be," Nia Mitchell said, waving her small fist, showing she was tough. Just as they were about to enter the Grand Gate, SCREECH! A loud braking sound came from behind them. Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton reflexively turned to look. It was a military vehicle. No wonder it’s so arrogant. Anyone who can drive a military vehicle in Capital Town must be a high-ranking officer. Both of them were somewhat curious and reflexively stopped, looking at the car door, wanting to see who it was. They thought they would see a square-faced soldier in a neatly pressed Military Uniform. Unexpectedly, however, the first thing that met their eyes when the car door opened was a pair of burgundy high heels. Fiona Sutton arched an eyebrow. A woman? Wow, look at those long legs, look at that figure, and oh my, that face! So bloody beautiful! This woman couldn’t have had plastic surgery, right? Can someone actually be this beautiful in real life? On the other hand, Nia Mitchell’s reaction was completely different from Fiona Sutton’s. She took a small step back. The woman getting out of the military vehicle is Maxwell Peary’s sister, Evelyn Peary! Evelyn Peary also looked over. Their eyes met. Nia’s heart leapt to her throat. This is bad!