There are so many things going on here, dealing with the old man requires him to personally take action, and the people from the Northwood Family are stirring here, a whole lot of stuff to handle.

He actually went to have fun, not to some famous foreign tourist spot, but to that godforsaken place in D City.

Visiting a high school?

Haha, he sure is leisurely.

Alan Morgan was completely thrown off, he reached for his phone and called Maxwell Peary.

Maxwell Peary, at this time, was walking with Nia Mitchell on the Goose Warming Stone path of their junior high campus, his facial lines had all softened.

"Uncle, your phone rang again,"

In Nia Mitchell’s little paws, she was holding the CEO’s phone taking photos, and right in the middle of snapping, a call came through.

It was Alan Morgan.

Special Assistant Mo?

Didn’t he resign?

Nia Mitchell felt it was quite strange but handed the phone to Maxwell Peary anyway.

Maxwell Peary’s expression changed slightly, his mood took a dip, he reached out and grabbed the phone.

"You better have something important."

Daring to disturb him and little Rabina’s private moment, this was simply intolerable.

Alan Morgan paused, standing there feeling a chill rising from the ground, shivered.

Swallowed hard, unsure about what expression to keep, just stood there.

"Speak?"

This Alan Morgan, calling just to stay silent?

"Boss, the old man’s getting his hands into MC Group, might consider the next step to be black... Hey? Hey? Hey!"

Hung up.

Alan Morgan slowly lowered his hand, tossed the phone onto the table.

Boss hung up on his call.

Not happy.

Very frustrated.

Annie Davidson raised her eyebrows, then burst out laughing.

"Haha, Alan Morgan, you think you’re so important? Still calling that crazy Peary, haha, is that crazy Peary coming back?"

Mockery plastered on her face, she laughed boisterously without any courtesy, not a shred of image maintained.

"Lewis, control your wife."

Alan Morgan flushed with anger, turned his head to look at Owen Lewis sitting there, watching the commotion.

Owen Lewis found himself being dragged into the conversation, shrugged immediately.

"Don’t talk to me, I can’t control her, in our house she makes all the decisions."

Owen Lewis spoke up directly.

Ugh.

Useless.

Who else in this world can talk about such embarrassing matters with such confidence?

It’s simply...

Ah sshiba!

What kind of weird people did he really get acquainted with?

Annie Davidson hearing this, immediately gave Owen Lewis a glare.

"What are you talking about? Since when do I make all the decisions?"

Annie Davidson said feeling rather aggrieved, her face filled with displeasure.

Earlier she was so pissed off by him, and now shamelessly saying this.

Hmph!

This clearly was wishful thinking.

Owen Lewis’s face turned to awkward lines, uh, seemed like failing to win over his wife.

Total failure.

"From now on, you make all the decisions."

Owen Lewis left with a smiling face, said while nodding, an incredibly obedient demeanor.

Seeing him like this, Annie Davidson even if she wanted to be angry couldn’t.

All her fiery rage, forcibly held back.

Bloody hell!

"I’m going back to the Martial Arts Academy, you guys deal with your stuff here yourselves."

Off I go, don’t want to see the two of them.

Saying so, Annie Davidson stood up, packed up her bag, shut the laptop, and turned to leave.