Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 573: Chapter 572: Pacifying Young Master Peary, it’s all about Luck.

Nia Mitchell also jumped in fright, trembling slightly. The man holding her hand quickly comforted her.

”Don’t be scared.”

He knew he shouldn’t get angry; he shouldn’t frighten Rabina Mitchell beside him. He gently stroked her head, suppressing his anger and pushing down his rage. His eyes were no longer cold; he no longer carried the aura he had when dealing with others.

”Mm,” Nia Mitchell nodded, a sweet smile appearing on her face as she firmly gripped his large hand in return.

Julia Adams was stunned; she simply couldn’t believe his attitude. He was actually... actually treating me like this!

”You—” she began.

”Impudent!” Maxwell Peary snapped.

”Is Young Master Peary someone you can treat so disrespectfully?” the manager immediately rushed forward and roared at Julia Adams. To actually treat Young Master Peary like this on my territory... will I ever have a peaceful day again? And most importantly, this is Young Master Peary! Who does she think she is, daring to be so insolent?

”You’re the one being impudent!” Julia Adams retorted without thinking. He was just a minor manager, yet he dared to speak to me like that. Did he even know who I am? Don’t think just because I’m spending money in a lowly private room like Number One, that I’m the same as these lowly people.

”Get lost.” Julia Adams didn’t even glance at the manager. She lifted her smiling face and continued looking at Maxwell Peary.

”Maxwell—”

”Get out!”

It was the same word, but Maxwell’s expression was grim; he was on the verge of exploding.

Seeing him like this, Julia Adams nodded. ”I understand. You think Nia Mitchell will misunderstand if you talk to me more, right? Haha, how could that be? Nia Mitchell and I are best friends; she wouldn’t mind. Just the other day, Nia Mitchell even invited me over. I was just worried I might disturb you...”

Julia Adams smiled as she looked at him, her eyes full of adoration.

A woman like this wasn’t worth sincere treatment. Someone unworthy of sincere treatment didn’t have a place in his heart.

”Throw her out!” Maxwell Peary couldn’t even be bothered to say ”Get out” again. Glancing at the security guards who had followed him in, he spoke without expression.

”Yes, sir.” The security guards didn’t care who they were dealing with. They acted immediately, several of them instantly lifting her.

”AH! Let go of me! AH! I won’t let you off! Do you know who I am? AH!”

Julia Adams broke down, her face a mask of terror. Gazing at these burly men, her temper flared even more. In the end, only her cursing could be heard receding into the distance.

And a woman like that dared to call herself a lady, a refined woman? Refined my ass!

Julia Adams’s curses grew fainter, and the private room gradually fell silent.

”Has everyone found work?” Maxwell Peary asked, looking at his classmates. Having composed himself, his face was devoid of expression, and no one could detect his emotions.

No one, of course, except for Rabina Mitchell, whose hand he held tightly.

Nia Mitchell secretly swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She had a hunch Maxwell was in a bad mood, but she didn’t know why. The CEO’s mood was like June rain; it changed unpredictably, and she had no ability to anticipate it. She had experienced this acutely in recent days: one moment stormy, the next, clear skies. Forgive her for not being able to keep up with his mood swings; she simply didn’t understand what made him angry or what calmed him down.

So, when someone later interviewed her on how to make Maxwell Peary angry and how to appease him, her answer was... luck.