Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1337: His Arms Holding Yours Are Stained With Blood

”Alright, I’ll speak.”

Anne Davidson smiled as she looked at Nia Mitchell.

”Nia Mitchell, do you know Sophia Moore?”

Nia Mitchell paused, a bit taken aback by her sudden change of topic.

She had prepared herself for various discussions regarding Maxwell Peary, but didn’t expect her to suddenly bring up Sophia Moore.

This person was once the secretary at MC Group, seemingly had some connection with Phoebe Walker.

Yet, later on, for unknown reasons, she resigned and then just vanished.

Nia Mitchell didn’t have a close relationship with her, so naturally, she never paid attention to her.

”Do you know why Sophia Moore suddenly disappeared from your world?”

Anne Davidson’s smile grew wider, like a high and mighty victor.

She knew many things that Nia Mitchell didn’t, so she felt like a winner.

But she had no idea that Nia Mitchell didn’t care at all about this matter.

Indeed, not a bit.

”Why would her leaving have anything to do with me?”

Nia Mitchell shrugged her shoulders, sitting there, clearly indifferent.

”Of course it does. She didn’t do anything; just had a minor altercation with you, and now she’s in the hospital.”

Hospital?

Nia Mitchell froze.

”Do you know why?”

Just as Anne Davidson prepared to continue speaking, Frederick Goldsmith stepped forward to stop her.

”Anne Davidson, if you continue to speak nonsense here, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Seeing Frederick’s nervous demeanor, Anne Davidson burst into loud laughter.

”Look, even your butler Frederick is starting to feel uneasy. Nia Mitchell, do you want to know the truth?”

Anne Davidson didn’t hastily reveal the truth but chose instead to keep Nia Mitchell in suspense.

”Butler Goldsmith, could you prepare some fruit for me?”

Frederick Goldsmith: ......

Nia Mitchell clearly intended to send him away.

What should he do now?

If Anne Davidson said something she shouldn’t, causing tension between her and Young Master Peary, wouldn’t it be...

”Mistress, this...”

”Go ahead, it’s fine.”

Watching Frederick leave, Nia Mitchell then turned to Anne Davidson again.

”If you have something to say, just say it directly. Once you’ve finished, you can leave.”

Staring at Nia Mitchell’s unceremonious tone, Anne Davidson did not get angry this time.

”Maxwell Peary isn’t as simple as you imagine. Have you seen him kill someone? I have.”

Like a demon from Hell, every breath he took came with a deadly attack.

Killing!?

Nia Mitchell shivered all over, for she had never been involved in such things.

”Do you know how many people he’s killed? Those arms holding you are stained with blood. Do you feel it?”

”Impossible!”

Nia Mitchell shouted instantly!

How could Uncle Peary, such a person, kill someone?

Anne Davidson dared to spread such nonsense to stir trouble between them with these stories!

It’s all intentional, slander, defamation!

”Do you think he’s that clean? A joke. Could merely being a CEO of MC Group make everyone afraid? Could he possibly become one of the top figures in Capital Town, earning the respect to be called Young Master Peary?”

Nia Mitchell is too naive, too innocent.

Anne Davidson sat there watching Nia Mitchell’s face change drastically, feeling exceptionally pleased.

”That Sophia Moore, you indirectly caused her to end up like that. Do you understand how miserable she is now?”

Anne Davidson continued to speak desperately, wanting to deliver the final blow to Nia Mitchell.