"CEO Peary, don’t mind this. So people just have this shortcut ntality."
Phoebe Walker desperately tried to make her presence known. She noticed the way Nia Mitchell looked at Maxwell Peary, like a rabbit faced with a big grey wolf.
So she decided to add fuel to the fire.
She couldn’t be blad for this; she was only speaking the truth.
Upon hearing Phoebe Walker’s words, Maxwell Peary’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to look at Phoebe Walker.
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
The cold words resounded powerfully, silencing the entire banquet once again.
Phoebe Walker choked, her eyes turning red.
Her tear-streaked, pitifully beautiful face made everyone feel sorry for her.
But this tactic wouldn’t work on Maxwell Peary.
Hmm.
If it were Rabina, perhaps it would work on him.
"Um... CEO Peary, I was just stating the truth."
Phoebe Walker awkwardly defended herself. She had always been the center of attention wherever she went, but now, with so many eyes on her, she felt daggers in her back.
"Nia Mitchell, explain what’s going on."
Maxwell Peary was in a very bad mood, an extrely bad one.
Is Rabina trying to attract admirers?
Damn it, I have the money and the ability to provide for her for the rest of her life. Besides, she doesn’t even like spicy food.
"Um... it’s nothing, nothing."
Nia Mitchell chuckled awkwardly. How could I dare admit that I was being harassed? What if the CEO gets angry and reveals our identities? I’d be ruined!
"What do you an, nothing?"
Benjamin Jones wasn’t happy. He had his eyes on this girl.
He hadn’t encountered such an interesting girl in years. How could he let her escape so easily?
"Young Master Peary, I am courting her. She will be my future wife."
Benjamin Jones said with a bright smile, confident that this woman would be deeply moved.
Nia Mitchell silently prayed for Maxwell Peary to let this matter go and spare her.
Who knew Benjamin Jones would suddenly say sothing like that?
Great, I’m done for.
Nia Mitchell silently rolled her eyes and looked helplessly at Maxwell Peary.
It really has nothing to do with ! I’m the victim here!
"Future wife?"
Maxwell Peary looked dangerously at Benjamin Jones. How dare he try to steal my woman right in front of ?
Very well. Has everyone forgotten about because I’ve been keeping a low profile?
What audacity.
"Yes, indeed! Given my social status and background, I will surely win her over. I’ll even have to thank Miss Walker then. If it weren’t for Miss Walker’s birthday party, I wouldn’t have had this opportunity."
Benjamin Jones then turned his gaze back to Phoebe Walker. If I can please Phoebe Walker, why not?
Upon hearing this, Phoebe Walker’s expression noticeably softened. It was clear that Benjamin Jones was helping her save face.
"There’s no need to thank . This is just fate between you two."
Phoebe Walker felt sothing was amiss but didn’t dare say more. She could only awkwardly try to smooth things over.
Why does Maxwell Peary’s presence here feel so unusual?
It’s as if... he’s speaking in riddles.
Moreover, I think I can vaguely sense so kind of subtle relationship between Young Master Peary and Nia Mitchell.
It’s like they’ve known each other for a long ti and are quite familiar.
"Nia Mitchell, do you want to keep saying it’s nothing, or are you prepared to tell exactly what happened here?"
Maxwell Peary fixed his gaze on her face, looked at it for a mont, then shifted his eyes to her hand that wasn’t holding a wine glass.
That man clearly grabbed her hand just now. My eyes aren’t blind.
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