Chapter 970: Chapter 969: Young Master Peary Is Bewitched

Even a fool could understand what Evelyn Peary was implying.

Instantly, Nia Mitchell’s face turned bright red.

She was wide awake, sitting there to ease her numb legs.

"Why are you talking to me about this? You should talk to your brother."

She couldn’t make the decision.

How did Evelyn Peary not get this point yet?

"Of course, I have to talk to you, little sister-in-law."

Would big brother agree to her easily?

Ha ha!

Not that she was saying it, big brother wouldn’t agree easily, or even at all, okay?

She’s got a lot of experience with these matters.

There was a time, even when it was just about borrowing, no matter how you put it, there was no way.

But that’s still considered the best-case scenario. Once, she just wanted to borrow a house he wasn’t living in, and he flat out refused.

Damn!

She sometimes doubted she wasn’t his biological sister at all.

She must be a kept one, ahem, kept by their mom.

But...

Damn, she looked so much like Mom, it’s obvious they’re related by blood.

Because of this, the innocent Evelyn Peary had once seriously asked Silvia Waterborne.

"Mom, be honest, did you have cosmetic surgery to look like me? Just so I wouldn’t know my true background."

Of course, after she said that, Silvia Waterborne chased her all around the house.

"Why tell me about it? Go find your brother."

She couldn’t make the decision!

She didn’t dare defy her uncle’s wishes, she was the lowest in the house.

Evelyn Peary shook his head, not at all, little sister-in-law just didn’t know her own influence.

God knows how many firsts big brother had given her.

She was just too slow on the uptake. Suddenly, she felt sorry for her big brother.

"Little sister-in-law, just go talk to my brother, please."

"I just got hung up on by your brother."

She stated it as a fact.

Uh...

Evelyn Peary raised an eyebrow, what were this couple up to?

Was it some special kind of married playfulness?

"But you’re my brother’s lawful wife, if he disagrees, shouldn’t you keep at it until he relents?"

Nia Mitchell: ........

Come on, Evelyn, let’s talk this out, where did these theories of yours come from?

Domestic violence?

If it’s about domestic violence, wouldn’t she be the one on the receiving end?

"I can’t beat him."

Nia Mitchell said with a pout, jokingly.

Evelyn Peary: ........

You win!

"Little sister-in-law, please help. I really have special reasons for wanting to borrow the hillside villa."

Evelyn Peary’s pleading voice came through again, melting Rabina Mitchell’s heart instantly.

"Okay, I’ll bring it up for you, just bring it up, alright?"

"Okay, thank you, little sister-in-law."

After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell frowned at her phone.

What could the CEO be doing at this time?

He must be crazy busy working; he’s always been a workaholic.

At this moment, the so-called workaholic, Mr. Peary, was lying on the big bed in the waiting room, resting with his eyes closed.

The air seemed to carry Nia Mitchell’s scent.

On the bed, there was also Nia Mitchell’s scent.

There’s always this illusion that Rabina was right there beside him.

Only, opening his eyes brought a deep sense of disappointment.

He felt bewitched.

Felt like he needed to see a doctor.

Just then, with a "bang!", the waiting room door was kicked open forcefully.