Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot
Chapter 57: Do you know who he is?

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Do you know who he is?

In the study, Alan Morgan sat alone on the sofa. He frowned suddenly as voices from the living room reached him. Hold on. Is there something wrong with my ears? Why did I just hear the words ’Young Madam’?

Something must be off. Frowning deeply, he opened the door and went out, only to witness a sight that scared the living daylights out of him.

He saw Maxwell Peary lounging comfortably on the sofa with a smile, holding a cup in one hand and patting a young girl’s head with the other.

"Bo...Boss?"

Alan Morgan was so startled his tongue was tied. Was that really his Boss? Young Master Peary? Maxwell Peary?

Maxwell Peary, in the middle of a delightful conversation with Nia Mitchell, shot Alan an annoyed glance.

"What is it?"

Maxwell Peary looked up, his gaze fixed on Alan Morgan with displeasure.

That gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over him. Alan’s back stiffened, and cold sweat trickled down.

"Well, I just came out to take a look," Alan faltered.

Afterward, Alan started towards Maxwell Peary. Even though Maxwell’s expression clearly showed he wasn’t welcome, Alan steeled himself and approached anyway.

"CEO, who is this? Why don’t you introduce us?"

In private, Alan always called Maxwell Peary ’Boss,’ but publicly, like everyone else, he addressed him as CEO.

After all, the term ’Boss’ always seemed to hint at the underworld, carrying with it an air of brute force.

"Hello, I’m Nia Mitchell."

Nia Mitchell gently pushed Maxwell Peary’s hand away from her head and introduced herself with a wide smile.

Alan was taken aback. Nia Mitchell? A nice name, but what does it matter what her name is? What I want to know is her identity and why she’s at Royal Bay Villa!

"Hello, hello. I’m Alan Morgan, Special Assistant at MC Group."

Upon hearing this, Nia’s eyes lit up, her face filled with excitement and admiration.

"MC Group? Wow, you’re with MC Group?"

In Capital Town, MC Group stood at the pinnacle of the corporate world. In an era where every inch of land was precious, it owned an entire office building in the heart of Capital Town’s most luxurious commercial street, a place frequented only by the elite of the elite.

Alan listened to Nia, sensing her excitement, yet he was somewhat confused by the situation.

In her excitement, Nia pulled away from Maxwell Peary and scooted closer to Alan on the sofa.

"You’re amazing! And a Special Assistant, too! I’ve heard the benefits at MC Group are excellent. Is it true? And, and, are you the Manager’s Special Assistant? Does that mean you get to meet lots of important people in the group?..."

Nia turned into a whirlwind of curiosity, firing off a relentless stream of questions without even pausing for breath.

Alan was dumbstruck. What in the world? Her expression, her words... Is this woman actually admiring *me*?

A strange chill enveloped Alan suddenly. He shivered. Looking past Nia, he saw Maxwell Peary radiating a palpable killing intent.

Startled, Alan quickly shot up from the sofa.

So, the Boss hadn’t told this young girl his identity! Otherwise, why would she admire *me* like this? If she’s going to admire someone, it should be the big boss of MC Group, right? What’s the deal with her admiring a mere assistant like me?

"What’s wrong?"

Confused, Nia Mitchell also stood up from the sofa. "Why did you get up?"

Is *she* a tiger? Is she going to eat me or something?

Heh heh.

*She* isn’t the tiger. But that ’ancestor’ sitting behind her definitely is! Not only does he devour people, he tortures them too!

"Nia Mitchell, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who he is?"

Alan gestured towards Maxwell Peary with his chin. Nia Mitchell glanced back at him.

"Sure, he’s Maxwell Peary."