Chapter 1428 - 1427: Finally Met Mom

Chapter 1428: Chapter 1427: Finally Met Mom

Left behind, Leon Blackwood furrowed his brows, looking at his right hand in disbelief.

This was the first time someone could shake hands with him expressionlessly for so long.

It seems that Young Master Peary is indeed as mysterious and unpredictable as the rumors say.

Leon Blackwood turned his head to look at his back, a color that was hard to decipher flashed in his eyes.

Nia Mitchell looked down at Maxwell Peary’s reddened hand, unhappily holding his hand gently, feeling distressed.

That Leon Blackwood, so annoying.

"It’s alright."

Maxwell Peary, knowing full well what Rabina Mitchell meant, couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

He found a secluded place and let Rabina Mitchell sit down.

"Do your feet hurt?"

In such events, wearing high heels is a must.

But when Maxwell Peary saw the height of those heels, he couldn’t help twitching the corner of his mouth.

Are these even wearable by humans?

It’s simply a torment, isn’t it?

"It hurts just a little."

Nia Mitchell spoke honestly, but now that she sat down, it felt much better.

"If it hurts, let’s take the shoes off then."

As he spoke, Maxwell Peary was about to remove her shoes.

Nia Mitchell immediately stopped him.

"No, no, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore."

Please, look at the situation now, letting her take off her shoes here.

If people saw this, they would definitely laugh at her to death.

Thinking of this, Nia Mitchell’s face turned a little red.

"I’ll just sit here."

She obediently stayed put, seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary could only nod.

"If that’s the case, then don’t take them off. If you’re uncomfortable, you must tell me, understand?"

Maxwell Peary leaned in closer, speaking in a low voice.

"Mm."

The two sat there, and owing to Maxwell Peary’s strong presence, no one dared to come over and strike up a conversation.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman appeared at the door.

Her most distinctive feature was a mole near her right eye.

The woman walked in slowly, her well-proportioned figure and the aura she exuded made it clear her status was extraordinary.

Nia Mitchell looked over and was stunned.

It’s her, it’s Mom!

Nia Mitchell immediately reached to grab the necklace around her neck, the ring hanging from it was what she left behind.

The stylist today even mentioned that the necklace didn’t match her outfit and suggested she change it.

She refused.

Watching the woman slowly walk into the banquet hall, not far away, a woman of a similar age greeted her.

The two of them instantly chatted and laughed, walking to one side.

Nia Mitchell’s eyes felt a bit warm, as she sat there, continually staring at the woman.

Perhaps feeling someone was looking at her, Mrs. Davis followed the sensation, looking towards Nia Mitchell.

Mrs. Davis frowned, not expecting such impolite people at the banquet.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

Serena Davis followed Mrs. Davis’ gaze with curiosity, and upon seeing Maxwell Peary, she was immediately filled with a sense of righteousness.

She thought that Brother Erick was the only one in the world with such a fearsome aura, such a terrifying gaze.

Little did she know, this man was just as intimidating.

"It’s nothing, just an impolite little girl."

Mrs. Davis smiled, patting Serena’s hand, the two walked to the side, each taking a glass of wine.