Anton Cook hardened his expression and turned to get in the car.
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Meanwhile, Nikita Parker and Peter Aria were discussing the details of the Family Banquet in the car.
At this moment, Nikita's mobile phone in her bag rang.
Peter glanced subconsciously at her.
Nikita took out her phone and answered, moving it to her ear.
Whatever it was that the person on the other end of the line said, it deepened the smile on Nikita's lips, her beauty accentuated, as splendid and harsh as a winter plum blossom.
"I understand."
Nikita hung up.
Peter didn't ask a word from beginning to end. If she didn't speak, he wouldn't ask.
Nikita rubbed her forehead and smilingly said, "Peter, I don't want to go to the furniture city anymore. Let's just go home."
"Okay, we'll go home."
With a subtle smile lingering on Nikita's lips, she thought she shouldn't scare Peter now. She would find another opportunity.
