Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 683 - 682: Young Master Peary… I can’t be blamed for this
So many questions surfaced in their minds. Everyone wanted to grab Nia Mitchell and ask her to clarify everything.
Huh? You’re asking why they didn’t grab Maxwell Peary to ask these questions?
HEH!
Simply put, they didn’t dare.
Maxwell Peary frowned, looking up towards Charles Northwood.
"Hasn’t this been sorted out yet?"
Maxwell Peary reached out and took Nia Mitchell’s small hand. It was cool to the touch, making him instinctively want to warm it.
"Yes, the Principal wants to expel not only me but also Fiona Sutton and Charles Northwood."
Nia Mitchell pouted. As she spoke, she was absolutely fuming.
"Uncle... the car has been scratched."
She bit her lip. What needed to be said had to be said eventually.
Maxwell Peary led her to the car. Looking at its horrendous state, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Was this the work of bandits raiding a village?
He couldn’t imagine what could have possibly happened to get the car scratched up like this.
Of course, with Maxwell Peary’s keen eye, he could tell that many of the scratches on the car were clearly intentional.
He really hadn’t expected students these days to be so...
TSK, TSK.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell watched him stare at the car, her heart pounding with apprehension.
"Uncle, this car was scratched at University A. Shouldn’t we ask the Principal for compensation?"
Nia Mitchell immediately tried to shift the blame to Principal Wu. She absolutely could not let this fire burn her.
If the CEO asked her to compensate, she probably wouldn’t be able to pay it off in her entire lifetime.
When Principal Wu heard Nia Mitchell mention him, he sucked in a sharp breath.
He had already approached when he saw Young Master Peary, so he had clearly heard Nia Mitchell’s words.
"Young... Young Master Peary, this... this isn’t my fault!"
They should be going after the culprits, not an innocent person like me!
The Principal wore a woeful expression. He likely couldn’t afford to compensate for such an expensive car.
Even if he could, it would bankrupt him.
"And why shouldn’t you be blamed?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, fully concurring with Nia Mitchell.
"This car was scratched at your school. Don’t you believe you bear some responsibility?"
Maxwell Peary’s expression was grim. After he spoke, Principal Wu felt as if he suddenly couldn’t breathe.
It was as though, in that instant, an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, offering no chance of escape.
Maxwell Peary was dressed in a black suit, his hair impeccably styled. His entire demeanor was that of a powerful and successful man.
In Capital Town, no one dared to openly challenge Young Master Peary. His imposing presence naturally intimidated everyone.
Even the onlookers sensed the menacing undercurrent in Maxwell Peary’s words. They all held their breath, their faces flushing red from the tension.
Principal Wu retreated two steps, desperate to flee, but there was no escape.
"It... it... it was scratched by students!"
Principal Wu slapped his thigh, his defense utterly feeble.
He wanted to find the culprits, but there had been too many people around at the time; he had no way of knowing who was responsible.
Now, he figured, no matter how much pressure was applied, no one would step forward to confess.
"HA."
Maxwell Peary said nothing more, just let out that cold sneer.
Principal Wu’s face was instantly beaded with sweat. He stood there tensely, head bowed, utterly obsequious.
He was terrified!
It wasn’t just the cost of repairing the car; he was also afraid because of Nia Mitchell’s connection.
He had just heard Nia Mitchell call Young Master Peary ’Uncle’!
