Unable to resist Evelyn Peary’s pleading, Nia Mitchell frowned and still reached out to take the clothes.

"Fine, I’ll try them on, but I’m not going to buy anything."

Nia Mitchell frowned tightly, wondering how anyone could like such clothes.

Seeing that she finally agreed to change outfits, Evelyn Peary instantly broke into a smile.

Then she kept taking a lot of clothes off the hangers and directly placed them in Nia Mitchell’s hands.

"Hurry, hurry, these all look great. Try them all, and buy whichever looks good."

Nia Mitchell: ......

Is Evelyn Peary treating her like a model?

So many clothes, when would she finish trying them on?

With a twitch of her lips and no other choice, she finally went into the fitting room alone under Evelyn Peary’s urging.

Seeing her like this, Evelyn Peary instantly became a picture of leisure, sitting in the nearby rest area and picking up a magazine to read.

The nearby salesperson looked surprised.

Miss Peary is really good to this young lady, their relationship seems quite good.

She can’t have any other opinion; she must do this business well.

Perhaps she can complete a month’s sales target in just one day.

Nia Mitchell frowned, put on a piece of clothing, and stepped out of the fitting room.

Evelyn Peary raised her head and saw Nia Mitchell walking out in a conspicuously floral dress.

Her already fair skin looked even more radiant against the clothes.

With this appearance, even Evelyn Peary, who was also a woman, was stunned.

So beautiful.

She always thought her sister-in-law looked good, perhaps not breathtakingly beautiful, but charming in a demure way.

But now, wearing this attire, replacing her favorite T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, she was stunningly beautiful.

"How is it?"

Nia Mitchell nervously looked at Evelyn Peary, unsure of what her expression meant.

How come...?

It feels strange?

This outfit must be odd; she should change it.

Evelyn Peary didn’t answer Nia Mitchell’s question and immediately took a photo.

"Quickly go change into the next one."

Nia Mitchell: ......

What on earth!!!

So, today she really has to try all those clothes?

"Hurry up, we have to go shoe shopping later."

Nia Mitchell: ......

Alright, she simply can’t resist Evelyn Peary.

MC Group —

In the cold conference room, heavy, oppressive, everyone held their breath, afraid their name would be called by the CEO.

Evelyn Peary sat at the forefront with a gloomy face, looking displeased.

The black suit made him appear even more serious and suffocating.

With such a demeanor, besides Nia Mitchell, there probably wasn’t anyone who dared to be close to him.

Maxwell Peary frowned, sitting there, looking around the room.

"Silent now?"

One by one, not speaking when they needed to.

Everyone gulped suddenly, not daring to speak first.

Just then, the CEO’s phone on the side suddenly buzzed twice.

The silent conference room made the two buzzing sounds particularly clear.

Everyone: ......!!!

Who dares to send the CEO a message at this time? It seems this person is doomed.

The CEO was unhappy, and that person would undoubtedly become collateral damage.

Maxwell Peary suddenly furrowed his brows, full of anger, grabbing the phone instantly.

It’s Evelyn Peary!

Damn it, sending him a message at this time!