Chapter 871: Chapter 870: Are You Tempting Me

Such a spendthrift, such a spendthrift.

Isn’t it supposed to be women who are spendthrifts?

Why is her CEO so extravagant?

He doesn’t treat money as money at all, how are we supposed to live properly like this?

In this moment, Nia Mitchell completely forgot that the CEO lacks nothing, especially not money.

In just a few seconds of losing control, Nia Mitchell suddenly remembered the CEO’s status.

Alright, alright, she was wrong.

"But, there’s really no need to buy a car. We’re not going to be here for long anyway."

Nia Mitchell still felt it wasn’t worth it, pouting as she looked at Maxwell Peary.

No emotion could be seen on Maxwell Peary’s face as he sat there, until he finally couldn’t take it anymore and reached over to tap Nia Mitchell’s forehead.

"Ouch!"

Nia Mitchell frowned, angrily glaring at the CEO, and rubbed her forehead where she had been tapped.

"Uncle, how could you hit me? So violent."

Nia Mitchell pouted, very unhappy, and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Me, violent? How about trying something even more violent?"

Maxwell Peary said this casually, leaving Nia Mitchell instantly blushing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Maxwell Peary suddenly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned in closer.

His handsome face was so close, making Nia Mitchell blush even more.

"I wasn’t thinking anything wild, it’s just... just too hot."

Nia Mitchell clenched her fists, looking flustered.

Haha.

Maxwell Peary’s mood instantly brightened, and the low pressure in the car dissipated.

"I also feel hot."

He said this lightly, then began to unbutton his suit.

"What are you doing?"

Nia Mitchell instantly clutched her chest with both hands, looking terrified.

She could hardly speak properly, fearing the wolf in front of her would pounce over.

Last night only... only did that, how could he, how could he...

And this is inside the car!

Shameless!

Disgusting!

Scoundrel!

Maxwell Peary’s motion of unbuttoning paused, a smile forming where Nia Mitchell couldn’t see.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes fell on her hands covering her chest, with a teasing expression.

"Me... it’s none of your business what I’m doing, just don’t you do anything."

So annoying, so annoying.

Maxwell Peary raised a brow, "It’s a bit hot, I’m just undoing a button, any problem?"

His words were definitely intentional, making Nia Mitchell’s face turn even redder, her temperature rising sharply.

"No problem, none at all."

She forced a stiff smile and reached out to open the car window.

The breeze blowing in through the window scattered some of the tension.

Only then did Nia Mitchell feel the temperature on her face cool down a bit.

"What are you thinking now?"

The CEO intentionally emphasized the word "now."

Geez!

Nia Mitchell wished she could pounce on him and bite Maxwell, realizing now that he was intentionally teasing her.

Such bad behavior!

"I wasn’t thinking anything, what were you thinking?"

Nia Mitchell retorted, then imitated his action, unbuttoning her jacket as well.

"I’m hot too."

She raised an eyebrow, refusing to be outdone, humming in defiance.

Sure enough, as she did that, a certain CEO’s throat bobbed harshly, his gaze burning as he looked at her.

"Nia Mitchell."

He suddenly called her name very seriously.

"What?"

"You’re seducing me."