Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 297: Chapter 296: I Will See You Off

Nia Mitchell admitted, she’d had a moment of indecision and doubt, but it was only for an instant.

Soon, she resolutely pushed aside what she had heard.

When it came to choosing between trusting Maxwell Peary or trusting Samuel Peary and Phoebe Harris, her choice was clear: she trusted the former.

”Do you think I’ll believe you just because you’re trying to sow discord?”

Nia Mitchell shook off her confusion, her vibrant spirit returning.

Phoebe Harris was visibly surprised; she hadn’t expected Nia Mitchell to doubt her.

Samuel Peary also frowned, sitting there and looking down at her.

”In a moment, someone will come to take you away. Whether you like it or not, from this day forward, you will never appear here again.”

Nia Mitchell froze upon hearing Samuel Peary’s words. So, he’d had her brought here today not to intimidate her into retreating, but to actually send her away?

”What gives you the right to send me away?”

Nia Mitchell immediately put up her defenses, determined to prevent anyone from harming her.

Send her away?

Impossible!

”On what grounds? Hmph! I want to send you away. Is that reason enough?”

She was just an insignificant woman. Once she was sent away, Maxwell Peary would surely forget her completely within a few days.

By then, even if Nia Mitchell returned, it wouldn’t change a thing.

”You have no right to do this. I’m leaving.”

After saying that, Nia Mitchell turned to leave, but just as she did, many men in black suits suddenly poured in from all around.

These men were tall and powerfully built, their faces devoid of expression, and they exuded an iron-willed, formidable aura.

The mere sound of their advancing footsteps was heavy and resonant, making their formidable presence clear.

”Nia Mitchell, rest here for a while. The plane will be here soon.”

The Peary Clan’s private plane was already en route. It would arrive in about ten minutes.

”Impossible! I’m leaving. Maxwell Peary will be back soon.”

Nia Mitchell started to walk forward, but those men blocked her path.

Samuel Peary also stood up from his chair.

”You think I don’t know? Maxwell went to Provence. Even if he received word and returned immediately, I’d still have enough time to send you away. Besides, do you really think you have what it takes to make Maxwell rush back the moment he hears about this?”

He didn’t believe for a second that Maxwell Peary would rush back.

Nia Mitchell clenched her fists. She believed Uncle Peary would definitely come back.

”If you truly believed Maxwell Peary didn’t care about me and wouldn’t come looking for me, you wouldn’t have chosen this moment, while he’s away from Capital Town, to move against me. The truth is, you know better than anyone how much he cares.”

Nia Mitchell was certain of this, her eyes filled with determination.

”Maxwell Peary doesn’t care about you! You’re just a commoner; girls like you are a dime a dozen on any Main Street. Maxwell Peary has always associated with young ladies from upper class society. He’s only intrigued by someone like you because you’re a novelty, that’s all.”

Phoebe Harris also rose from her chair. Her lips, coated in bright red lipstick, moved as she spoke, every word laced with contempt.

Nia Mitchell was about to retort when another large group of men in black suddenly appeared. They were just as tall and powerfully built as the first group, their skills clearly formidable.

They quickly surrounded everyone present. Then, a figure slowly approached from a distance.

The sky had long since grown completely dark. A uniquely intense light shone upon him, outlining his figure as if bathing him in a luminous halo.

His Camouflage Military Uniform accentuated his perfect, muscular physique. Yancy Hastings met everyone’s gaze and strode forward with purpose.