Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Mysterious Desire for Food and Drink

Alan Morgan instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Little sister-in-law, please don’t ruin me, okay? I’ve already lost my annual bonus and have to work for you and your husband for half a year, free of charge. It’s already miserable enough!

Nia Mitchell genuinely didn’t understand Alan Morgan’s bitter expression. She even briefly thought it was because she had called out to him too late, and he was upset.

”Little sister-in-law, like the CEO, I don’t eat sweets either.”

Nia Mitchell was speechless. Following Maxwell Peary, huh? Ahem...

”If you’re not eating, then forget it. I’ll eat it myself.”

The CEO turned his head to look at Alan Morgan again. Well now, kid. You actually dared to let my wife offer you food? More importantly, you dared to refuse and upset my wife? Don’t you want your salary for the remaining six months?

Alan Morgan looked up at the sky, speechless. He was afraid that if he said he would eat, it wouldn’t be a matter of his salary, but whether he wanted to keep his life.

I mean, you two lovebirds, do you really have to bully a single dog like this?

It was half an hour later when Nia Mitchell had eaten and drunk her fill. She slowly stood up from the sofa and stretched lazily.

”Uncle, I need to get back to work.”

If she stayed any longer, she would truly be seen as just slacking off.

Although everyone thought Alan Morgan had called her away for something else, she still felt a little guilty.

”Mm, I’ll wait for you, and we’ll leave work together tonight.”

As soon as Maxwell Peary finished speaking, the two other people in the Office Room stared at him with wide eyes.

Alan Morgan thought, Boss, you’re actually not working overtime?

Nia Mitchell thought, Uncle, if we leave together, our colleagues will find out.

Maxwell Peary facepalmed. Why does being with my wife these days have to be so secretive?

”I’ll take a taxi home by myself.”

Nia Mitchell voiced her refusal to the CEO, but was the CEO’s decision something she could defy just because she wanted to?

Obviously not.

”Take my car. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot after work.”

He rejected Nia Mitchell’s refusal with a commanding tone. Compared to the CEO, Nia Mitchell’s presence seemed utterly insignificant.

”Okay.”

Reluctantly, Nia Mitchell compromised. After returning to the Office Room with Alan Morgan, her entire demeanor wilted.

When this expression appeared on her face back in the Office Room, it delighted a good number of people there. Newbies are always newbies, trying to stand out as soon as they arrive. She must have been reprimanded by the Special Assistant. It doesn’t matter who her backer is; if you don’t behave at MC, you’ll still be kicked out. Maybe her backer will even face serious trouble because of her.

”The Special Assistant just assigned our team some urgent tasks. Let’s all do our best. I’ll send the files to everyone now.”

Phoebe Walker abruptly stood up, said a few words, and then sat back down.

Instantly, Team A groaned collectively.

”Are we working overtime again?”

”No way! It’s almost four o’clock, and I have a date tonight.”

”I was planning to see a movie; I’ve already bought the tickets.”

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Nia Mitchell lowered her head and continued with her own tasks. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. It’s not my fault I just started today and don’t know how to do anything, right? Even if I knew how, I wouldn’t do it.

Soon, five o’clock arrived—time to get off work. Maxwell Peary sent her a message, telling her to pack up and leave immediately.

After hesitating for a good while, Nia Mitchell still turned off her computer, packed her things, and stood up.

”Time to head home!”

No one in the Secretary Department even looked up. A newbie who just started today is so unobservant! Can’t she see that no one else here is preparing to leave yet?

Nia Mitchell quietly took a deep breath. I don’t want to do this either, but Maxwell Peary... Thinking of that man’s face made her shudder involuntarily. Go, just go! Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best!