Chapter 1446 - 1445: Drugged, Burning Up

Chapter 1446: Chapter 1445: Drugged, Burning Up

Nia Mitchell stood there, her face as dark as ink, gritting her teeth.

"Don’t force me to call out, anyway, I’m a very rude woman with absolutely no manners, but you’re different. Be careful, or people will laugh at you forever."

Nia Mitchell didn’t know the man’s identity, but compared to coming to this banquet, reputation seemed important to them.

Anyway, she wasn’t planning to attend a second time, so it didn’t matter at all.

Besides, after the incident with Serena Davis, her reputation was already far from pleasant.

"You!"

The man obviously didn’t expect Nia Mitchell to threaten him so blatantly, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Also, aren’t you afraid of being gossiped about for dancing with someone like me, or is it just that you really can’t find a dance partner?"

Nia Mitchell’s face was full of mockery, never one to back down.

She, like a little lion with claws bared, wasn’t at all like the little bunny the Young Master Peary kept in his home.

Seeing Nia Mitchell say such things, the man’s expression was very unpleasant, torn, not knowing what to do.

After thinking for a long time, he stood there awkwardly.

Just then, a waiter arrived with a tray, with a glass of wine and a glass of juice on it.

The man called the waiter over, took the wine, and turned around to leave.

The waiter looked at Nia Mitchell, as if asking if she wanted the juice.

"Thank you."

Nia Mitchell reached out to take the juice and then smiled a little.

Unexpectedly, not far away, two pairs of eyes were watching her actions, instantly filled with joy.

Nia Mitchell sipped the juice in small gulps and then found the CEO sitting in the corner.

"Uncle."

Nia Mitchell smiled and sat down.

"What took you so long? I was just about to come look for you."

Nia Mitchell apologized with a smile.

"Chatted a bit more with Fiona Sutton. Why aren’t you dancing, Uncle?"

After asking this, Nia Mitchell realized she had misspoken, and bit her little tongue.

"You want me to go up and dance alone?"

Hehe.

She was just casually asking.

Nia Mitchell sat there awkwardly sipping her juice.

"Do you want to eat something else?"

The little bunny hadn’t eaten much tonight.

"No, I’m full from the juice."

Before the party started, she was drinking juice and eating fruit, and now she’s drinking juice again, no room for food.

"Alright, then if you get hungry after we get home, I’ll make you something in the kitchen."

"Mm."

Nia Mitchell smiled, sitting there, still holding the juice.

"If you’re full, why are you still drinking? You might upset your stomach later."

With that, Maxwell Peary took the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table beside them.

Nia Mitchell just stared at the CEO, her face gradually turning redder.

"Uncle, I feel so hot."

Nia Mitchell fanned her face with her small hands, but it was no use.

"Hot?"

It shouldn’t be, the banquet temperature was kept constant, the most comfortable temperature, how could it be hot?

"Did you drink wine?"

Maxwell Peary touched Nia Mitchell’s face and found it very warm.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel good."

Nia Mitchell grabbed the hand touching her face, refusing to let it go.

"Uncle, I’m so hot, I feel so uncomfortable."

Nia Mitchell’s eyes began to blur, sitting there with a face full of anxiety.

Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary immediately frowned.

"Uncle, I feel so bad, wah-wah..."