Frederick Goldsmith was stunned. He had never expected this kind of ending and, for a moment, didn't know how to respond.
"Before I leave, may I trouble you for one more thing, Mr. Goldsmith? It's difficult to hail a cab here. Could your driver give me a ride?"
Nia Mitchell glanced around, bit her lip, and felt a little heavy-hearted.
Frederick Goldsmith nodded, completely unable to understand this young couple.
"Mrs. Peary, why don't you have breakfast first? This morning we have your favorite Stuffed Soup Dumplings."
Nia Mitchell shook her head and declined; she had no appetite at all.
「MC Group」
In the grand, shining Office Room, Maxwell Peary sat with a cigarette in his left hand, his eyes closed, leaning back on the sofa.
The entire Office Room was thick with smoke, a testament to how many cigarettes Maxwell Peary had smoked.
He took a deep drag, held it for a long moment, then slowly exhaled. Maxwell Peary pressed the intercom to call Sophia Moore.
"A cup of coffee."
