novelraw Chapter 909 - 908: Damn, Is Rabina Mitchell Thinking of Changing Jobs?
Chapter 909 - 908: Damn, Is Rabina Mitchell Thinking of Changing Jobs?
This is simply a case of lifting a rock only to drop it on one’s own foot, it’s inhumane.However, that’s a matter for later. The current Evelyn Peary is clueless.
An ignorant person naturally wouldn’t have emotions they shouldn’t have.
Cheerful and full of smiles, nodding vigorously, then driving off happily.
Nia Mitchell was left standing next to Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, are you really going over tonight?"
Nia found it a bit unbelievable that the CEO was so agreeable today, everything seemed a bit too surreal.
Maxwell Peary nodded.
"You don’t want to go?"
Could it be that Rabina Mitchell doesn’t actually like Madgar Pavilion, and his guess was wrong?
"No, no, I want to go."
Nia quickly shook her head, smiling broadly, getting directly into the CEO’s car.
"Let’s hurry to the company, or you’ll be late for work."
Nia kindly reminded him.
Maxwell was taken aback, late?
As a CEO, does the concept of being late even apply when going to his own company?
He can go whenever he wants, no one can control him, right?
"Why are you so eager to get to the company this afternoon?"
Nia: ...
Isn’t she supposed to be at the company?
Recalling what Edbert Mitchell said last time, she bit her lip.
"Uncle, I think this job doesn’t really suit me right now."
Nia hesitated for a long time, frowning, stammering out this sentence she had been mulling over for so long.
The CEO was focused on driving, not thinking deeply about what she said.
"Doesn’t suit you? Then what department do you want to work in, what job do you want to do?"
Nia doesn’t want to be a secretary?
That’s fine, anyway, MC Group has plenty of positions, she can do whatever she likes.
Nia twitched her mouth a bit, the CEO completely misunderstood the meaning of her words.
"I mean, MC Group, it seems... isn’t really suitable for me."
"Screech———"
The cool black Rolls Royce suddenly made a perfect arc on the road, in just two seconds, it was already parked by the roadside in the blink of an eye.
Maxwell Peary frowned deeply, turning to look at the stunned Nia Mitchell by his side.
Nia was genuinely shocked.
What the hell is this?
She couldn’t even imagine that Maxwell stopped the car in such a short time.
And that strange arc just now, it almost scared her out of her wits.
Oh my god!
"What do you mean by that?"
Maxwell tried hard to suppress his rising anger, gritting his teeth and asking.
Nia bit her lip, sitting there with her head down, not saying a word for a long time.
"Speak up!"
Seeing her remain silent, Maxwell’s anger intensified.
Nia still kept her head down, not uttering a word.
"Nia Mitchell! I’m telling you to speak up, do you hear me!"
Maxwell could no longer suppress his anger, shouting at her.
The loud decibels constantly reverberated inside the car, causing Nia to subconsciously shrink her neck.
She had never seen Maxwell so furious, sitting quietly on the side, afraid to speak.
This enraged Maxwell was someone she didn’t dare to face.
Inside her, fear was spreading.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the car filled only with the sounds of their breathing.
One heavy, one faint.
Maxwell kept staring at the bowed-head Nia, taking three or four minutes to suppress his anger.
"Tell me the reason, if it’s reasonable, I’ll accept it."
After suppressing his anger, his voice was very calm, each word filled with helplessness.
It seemed like... whenever he faced Nia, he always ended in failure.