Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 366: Chapter 365: Nia Mitchell, you’re done for.

Dead silence.

Nia Mitchell’s pupils dilated. She stared at Maxwell Peary in shock. Just now...

He seemed to have made a faint sound... No, no, my ears must have deceived me.

”I... let go of me.”

Nia Mitchell’s tongue felt tied. Unsure what to say, she could only continue with the previous topic.

She fixed her gaze on where his hand gripped her wrist, inwardly praying, Please, just let me go!

Maxwell Peary remained silent. His face was as dark as a moonless, starless night—a terrifying sight.

”Nia Mitchell.”

Suddenly, Boss Maxwell spoke, his deep, uniquely hoarse voice seeming to coil around her ears.

Nia Mitchell felt as if every cell in her body had received an electric jolt; an invigorating, tingling numbness spread through her.

”Yes?”

His captivating, ink-dark eyes unconsciously drew one in. Nia Mitchell blinked.

I am absolutely not trying to act cute! Absolutely not! Definitely not!

”You’re finished.”

I look so adorable; surely he wouldn’t say anything too harsh, right?

However, those three words, like an imperial edict ordering summary execution, felt like a bucket of icy water poured over her.

You’re finished... Heh.

If an ordinary person said these three words to you, you would undoubtedly look at them as if they had neurosis.

But if the person uttering these words possessed power and status that inspired awe and fear, then one could only grovel for forgiveness.

”Um... can’t we just talk this over nicely?”

The muscles on Nia Mitchell’s face began to stiffen; she had no idea what expression to wear to face him.

”Nia Mitchell, you’ve got some nerve! Divorce?”

Maxwell Peary’s emotions finally erupted. His volume instantly spiked as he roared at her.

Hearing his voice, like an erupting volcano, Nia Mitchell instinctively flinched.

”You were the one who put the divorce agreement there! How can you blame me?”

The more Nia Mitchell spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. It was clearly his intention, and I just complied. So why is he so upset?

”If I left a bottle of poison on the desk, would you drink that too?”

Maxwell Peary’s roar made Nia Mitchell choke. Well, obviously not.

Could it be that Maxwell Peary’s divorce agreement wasn’t actually meant for me?

He had secretly investigated her, taken so many photos, and clearly knew where she had gone, yet he still deliberately asked her.

At this thought, Nia Mitchell suppressed the guilt from having signed the papers and lifted her head to meet his gaze directly.

”You investigated me! You knew perfectly well I went to the Lotus Residence, yet you still asked! Do you find it fun to toy with me like this?”

Maxwell Peary cursed under his breath, finding it hard to accept. How is this toying with her?

”You know perfectly well what kind of person EdbertNia Mitchell is. I spent 100,000 to buy those photos.”

Maxwell Peary rubbed his forehead. If his men hadn’t intercepted those photos, she would likely have been front-page news this morning.

Nia Mitchell was his woman. Her first major headline, of course, had to be with him.

And it had to be as Mrs. Peary.

How could he allow such a first to be snatched away by any random nobody?

So, Young Master Peary had decisively bought those photos. Of course, what he didn’t tell Nia Mitchell was that he had also discreetly acquired several media outlets and Public Relations firms, specifically to manage any news concerning Mrs. Peary from behind the scenes.

”Huh? Bought them? What do you mean?”

Nia Mitchell’s mind felt muddled. It was hardly surprising; she had never been exposed to this kind of circle before and had no idea that her being seen with EdbertNia Mitchell would constitute such sensational news.

”Mrs. Peary, as for your unilateral divorce proposal, I will pursue the matter to the very end.”