Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 649 - 648: The CEO Has Lost His Appetite

"Frendy!"

It was the character Grandpa despised most in his life; heaven knows how much he adored Denver Wright and the Serpent Spirit.

On hearing the name Frendy, Grandpa finally blew a fuse!

"What did you just say? You cheeky girl, how dare you call me Frendy! You’re the Frendy!"

Grandpa shouted hysterically at the closed door of the Solitary Room.

"You are Frendy! Look at what you’re doing—isn’t that exactly what Frendy would do?"

Having finally gotten some attention, Annie Davidson’s face filled with hope.

"You’re not the Serpent Spirit, and I haven’t captured you. You’re the Frendy!"

Grandpa, fuming, kicked the Solitary Room’s door. That cheeky girl, daring to call him, a kind-hearted old man, Frendy!

Annie Davidson’s lips twitched. A Serpent Spirit? Heh.

"You locked me up. How is that different from capturing me?"

Frendy wanted to capture the Serpent Spirit and separate her from Denver Wright. Grandpa had locked her up and was trying to separate her from Owen Lewis.

Uh... It seemed... yes... indeed... pretty much the same.

Grandpa felt a bit panicky, momentarily at a loss for words.

"I am not Frendy," he retorted weakly. Anyway, he wasn’t Frendy.

"You are! You’re heartless, devoid of sympathy, and disrespectful to your elders!"

"You ungrateful girl! How dare you say such things to your grandpa! I’m your own grandfather! You’re so unfilial!"

Grandpa was heartbroken. Never before had he been accused like this. He immediately squatted down and started drawing circles on the ground.

His own granddaughter said such things to him! It was too much, too hurtful.

Standing inside the Solitary Room, Annie Davidson’s lips twitched again. Even though she couldn’t see anything outside, she could well imagine the situation.

Figures. Annie Davidson covered her face and sat down on the bed. Her grandpa always acted stubbornly and threw tantrums when he couldn’t win an argument.

"Frendy!" Annie Davidson roared, flinging herself onto the bed.

So annoying! How did I end up with a grandpa like him?

Meanwhile, when Maxwell Peary learned Nia Mitchell’s whereabouts, his expression turned grim.

Go look for her in a place like that? He was a bit reluctant to go. What was he to do?

That damn Rabina Mitchell, daring to run off! He’d definitely break her legs later! But... he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

With a sigh, the displeased CEO descended the stairs and sat down in the Dining Hall.

Frederick Goldsmith hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"Young Master, would you like to have your meal now?"

Maxwell Peary nodded, not saying a word.

Frederick Goldsmith immediately went into the kitchen and brought out all the dishes.

Looking at the table full of dishes, without Nia Mitchell’s chattering, he truly couldn’t muster any appetite.

"Is it not to your liking?" Frederick Goldsmith also sensed this and furrowed his brows.

"Take all these away and bring me some pasta."

After speaking, Maxwell Peary sat there, took out his phone, and called the runaway Rabina Mitchell again.

At this moment, Nia Mitchell was sitting in the Pirate Ship, looking very nervous. As for her phone ringing—she hadn’t heard it at all.

A few moments later, Maxwell Peary put down his phone, his expression even uglier.

Frederick Goldsmith brought the pasta and carefully placed it before Maxwell Peary.

"Young Master, this is your..."

Before Frederick Goldsmith could finish, Maxwell Peary shot up, displeasure etched across his face.

"Young Master..." Frederick Goldsmith hurried after him. Maxwell Peary turned his head and looked at him.

"Clear it."