With a HUM, Phoebe Walker montarily lost her hearing. Her mind went blank, unsure how to react.
Maxwell Peary curled his lips slightly. His chiseled profile radiated brilliantly in the sunlight. The curve of his mouth, glowing, was so srizing that even a casual glance would draw one in, unable to pull away.
"Miss? Miss? Miss, you need to co over here quickly!"
Phoebe Walker seed startled. Only then did she snap back to reality, her forehead now covered in a layer of cold sweat.
"Maxwell...Mr. Peary..."
Phoebe Walker stood there shivering, her gaze moving to Maxwell Peary’s face. Even if she were a fool, she would have understood the aning behind Maxwell Peary’s words.
Maxwell Peary sat there quietly, his legs crossed, his hands folded, the top button of his pristine white shirt undone, portraying an air of nonchalance.
But at this mont, Maxwell Peary perfectly embodied the rumors about Young Master Peary that had been circulating.
Phoebe Walker had always believed that these rumors were re hearsay, exaggerations of falsehoods.
But only today did she realize that those rumors were just the tip of the iceberg.
"Maxwell...Mr. Peary...my dad...you can’t treat like this."
Suddenly, Phoebe Walker seed like a three-year-old child, devoid of her usual shrewdness, completely at a loss from the shocking news.
Tears stread down as she stood there, crying pitifully.
"Mr. Peary, my father has never done anything to wrong you. You can’t treat him this way!"
Phoebe Walker cried out. Considering what Maxwell Peary had just said, she had already concluded that he had caused her father’s car accident.
Nevertheless, after hearing Phoebe Walker’s accusation, Maxwell Peary remained calm and composed.
"Miss Walker, I was at the Company when your father had an accident. How could it have anything to do with ?"
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary’s words, Phoebe Walker’s face turned even paler.
She had never ntioned anything about her father’s car accident...
"Mr. Peary, my father is a public figure, don’t you have any qualms about doing this?"
Although Maxwell Peary seed all-powerful, the Walker Family was never a pushover.
"Oh?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow and stood up from his chair.
"The Walker Family? What’s that?"
A minor entity like the Walker Family was beneath his notice.
"Maxwell Peary! You will regret this. I will use all the resources of the Walker Family to make you regret your actions today!"
He’s strong? I’m stronger!
Phoebe Walker was not one to be pushed around. Maxwell Peary had chosen to attack the Walker Family today; was she supposed to just wag her tail and beg for rcy?
After uttering these words, Phoebe Walker turned around and left the Office Room.
At this point, Nia Mitchell was in the Office Room, frowning at the box on the table.
Could this be a gift from Uncle Peary?
What could it be?
Unable to resist her curiosity, she laughed and opened it.
Huh—
A mobile phone?
Inside the box, an exquisite pink mobile phone lay there, capturing Nia Mitchell’s heart at first glance.
At that mont, Diana Hill happened to turn her head and saw it, exclaiming loudly.
"Wow, Nia Mitchell, have you struck it rich?"
She quickly stood up and ran over to Nia Mitchell’s side, her eyes heart-shaped as she looked at the mobile phone, her mouth nearly watering.
"What do you an, struck it rich? It’s just a mobile phone."
Nia Mitchell felt embarrassed and was about to close the box. Her mobile phone had been smashed to pieces the day before, and she had been planning to buy a new one after work today.
"Nia Mitchell, co clean now. Are you actually the offspring of a wealthy family, just working as a secretary here to experience life, right?"
Diana Hill suddenly leaned over mysteriously and said, her expression conveying, ’I know everything.’
After saying that, she made a gesture of zipping her mouth shut, as if pulling a zipper, signaling that she would keep it a secret.
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