novelraw Chapter 834 - 833: Maxwell Peary’s Threat
Chapter 834 - 833: Maxwell Peary’s Threat
A sharp female voice came from the other end of the phone, and Nia Mitchell frowned as she looked at the caller ID.Unknown number.
"Who are you?"
Nia Mitchell frowned, already in a bad mood, and now being cursed at by someone.
"Who I am is none of your business. Mistresses never end well. Just wait, you’ll get what you deserve..."
With a snap, Nia Mitchell hung up the phone, utterly baffled.
A stranger had actually called just to scold her.
After hanging up, another call came in.
"Hello?"
"Mistresses will meet a bad end, mistresses will meet a bad end, mistresses will meet a bad end!"
"Snap!"
Nia Mitchell hung up the phone again.
At this point, her phone kept buzzing with all sorts of notification sounds.
Frowning, Nia Mitchell saw that Twitter, Facebook, Whatsapp, etc., were all filled with messages.
Every single one was a curse directed at her, and some even sent horrifying bloody pictures.
"Ah!"
Nia Mitchell screamed in fright, flinging her phone away.
"Madam, what’s wrong?"
The butler heard the noise and immediately came over, looking at her with concern as she sat there, clearly terrified.
"It’s nothing."
Nia Mitchell sat on the sofa hugging her knees, burying her small face in her knees.
"Madam?"
Frederick Goldsmith sensed her gloom; she didn’t sound like nothing was wrong.
Nia Mitchell sat there, her tears soaking her knees, unwilling to say another word.
Frederick Goldsmith looked down and saw the phone thrown to the side, reaching out to pick it up.
As soon as he picked it up, he saw the content on the phone.
Wow!
He was startled as well, immediately frowning.
Hesitating for a moment, Frederick Goldsmith took her constantly ringing phone and walked to the side, taking out his own phone to call Maxwell Peary.
"What is it?"
Maxwell Peary, frazzled, rubbed his temples with his hand. He had planned to have lunch with Nia Mitchell, but now it was already one in the afternoon.
"Young master, madam’s phone number and various social tools have been exposed, and she’s being harassed nonstop."
Maxwell Peary was taken aback, quickly tapping on his computer to connect to Nia Mitchell’s phone.
Sure enough, he saw all kinds of abusive messages and terrifying images.
"I’ll handle it."
Maxwell Peary frowned tightly, directly sending everything to Annie Davidson.
After so many years of understanding, Annie Davidson knew exactly what Maxwell Peary wanted as soon as she saw these.
No problem, she could clean this up in just a minute.
Very quickly, Annie Davidson sent an "ok" to Maxwell Peary.
"It’s taken care of. Tell her not to overthink, and by the way, has she eaten yet?"
He had forgotten to ask Nia Mitchell about this when he called.
"Not yet."
Frederick Goldsmith replied, having tried to persuade her several times, but Nia Mitchell simply wouldn’t listen.
"Alright, I’m heading back now."
After hanging up the phone, Maxwell Peary reached for his phone to call Belinda Swan.
"You finally called me."
On the other end, Belinda Swan’s face was filled with delight, showing the bashfulness typical of a little woman.
It’s just this demeanor of hers that probably fooled many people, including the old man who foolishly supported someone like her.
"Belinda Swan, I won’t give you another chance to regret; now you will pay for what you’ve done."