No one believes that the culprit is now sleeping sweetly at home.
Anne Davidson was discharged the next day, as she didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere, just a bit weak.
Upon arriving at MC Group, she heard that Young Master Peary came to work today with a palm print on his face.
Anne was stunned.
Could it be that the photo taken yesterday drove Nia Mitchell crazy?
How else would you explain the slap mark on Maxwell Peary's face?
Thinking of this, Anne frowned, not expecting Nia to dare to act physically; she wondered what Maxwell did.
"Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Peary."
Anne smiled as she approached the reception desk.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, we can't let you in."
Upon hearing this, Anne wasn't angry but remained smiling, standing there.
"You may not know me; I'm Anne Davidson. Just make a call; Maxwell will see me."
Anne was very confident, speaking as though she was on intimate terms with Mr. Peary.
