Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1338: Maxwell, Give Oliver Peary a Home

Nia Mitchell’s head was filled with the scene of Maxwell Peary killing someone, blood everywhere, and that all-too-familiar him.

She simply couldn’t accept it, not all at once.

Impossible!

A man like Maxwell Peary, how could he possibly kill someone?

There must be some misunderstanding in the middle of all this, it has to be fake, it’s her deliberate deception.

But for some reason, her thoughts drifted back to a few days ago.

That time in D City, when she and Maxwell Peary went back to the hotel.

She had clearly seen how badly wrinkled Maxwell Peary’s pant leg was, as if someone had grabbed it.

And it was covered in stains, with specks and patches of brick red.

Thinking about it now, that might have been blood...

At that thought, Nia Mitchell believed even more in what Anne Davidson had said.

...

But how could Maxwell Peary possibly do something like that?

He...

This is a law‑based Society now, killing is a crime.

”You ruined Sophia Moore, you have no idea what she looked like lying in a pool of blood.”

Anne Davidson hadn’t actually seen it either, but she could imagine the scene back then.

She didn’t mind in the slightest explaining it to Nia Mitchell bit by bit; she’d seen that kind of scene before, she really didn’t care.

”Sophia Moore can’t have children anymore, do you know that?”

For Sophia Moore, that was the cruelest thing of all.

”That has nothing to do with me!”

Suddenly, Nia Mitchell shot to her feet and roared.

”I won’t believe what you say, get out of my house.”

Anne Davidson curled her lips—so she was starting to deceive herself now?

”Nia Mitchell, you’d better think this through.”

With that, Anne Davidson turned and walked away.

Right now she was going to destroy her, bit by bit.

There were a lot of things waiting for her to do.

Frederick Goldsmith heard the commotion outside from Nia Mitchell and immediately came out.

He hadn’t expected Anne Davidson to have already left.

”Young Madam?”

Frederick Goldsmith froze for a second and called out to her.

Nia Mitchell looked at Frederick Goldsmith, dazed and hollow, then turned and went upstairs.

Seeing this, Frederick Goldsmith immediately called Maxwell Peary and reported what had happened.

So, before Anne Davidson had gone far, she received a call from Maxwell Peary.

”Maxwell.”

Anne Davidson’s face lit up with joy, and her voice was especially soft.

”What did you say to Nia Mitchell?”

Maxwell Peary was in the Office Room at MC Group. He set down the pen in his hand, held the phone in his left, and pressed his right hand to his forehead.

Hearing Maxwell Peary’s question, Anne Davidson still wore a smile.

”If I’d known that going to see Nia Mitchell would make you call me, then I’d go see her every single day.”

Listening to that, Maxwell Peary’s brows drew together in displeasure.

”What exactly are you trying to do?”

Maxwell Peary’s tone was full of impatience. How could Anne Davidson still be the same as before, like a madwoman?

After all these years, she hadn’t grown at all.

”You really don’t know what I’m trying to do? Maxwell, why did you get married? Why won’t you be with me?”

Why, after all these years, could she still not get into his heart?

”Maxwell, won’t you divorce her? I’m so much better than Nia Mitchell, and we have Oliver Peary. Let’s give Oliver a complete family, okay? Look, Oliver’s getting more and more like you—how can you bear for him to only stay by my side?”

The moment Anne Davidson mentioned Oliver Peary, it was like she’d grabbed the last life‑saving straw.