If they weren’t mistaken, that phone was one of only two custom-made models in the world. This phone had been on the cover of the latest luxury goods magazine, its price shockingly high. Unexpectedly, this particular woman’s phone had appeared here.
"Hmph, you make it sound so nice. Even if you gave your phone, I wouldn’t want it."
Her, Nia Mitchell, use a phone limited to only two units worldwide? What a joke. It must be a counterfeit. That’s right. With Nia Mitchell’s status, she only deserved knock-offs.
Rose Eastwood was facing Nia Mitchell, so her back was to the Secretary Departnt’s Grand Gate. After she finished speaking, she bizarrely found everyone looking behind her.
What was... behind her?
Rose Eastwood didn’t understand and turned to look.
As Rose turned, Nia Mitchell also glimpsed the figure at the door through the gap. Maxwell Peary was standing there, his face dark!
What the hell? When did the CEO arrive? Was he actually standing there eavesdropping? No, that’s not right. How could the CEO eavesdrop?
"CEO Peary."
Sophia Moore imdiately put on a smile and greeted Maxwell Peary with utmost respect.
Maxwell Peary’s brow was furrowed, his face dark, and he exuded an icy aura.
"Nia Mitchell, co here."
Maxwell Peary’s cold gaze swept across all the employees in the Office Room, lingering for a mont on Rose Eastwood, who was being restrained by Security Guards and stood beside Nia Mitchell. He was sowhat displeased by the commotion, but in the end, his gaze settled on Nia Mitchell.
With those words, Maxwell Peary turned and left.
Everyone in the Secretary Departnt held their breath, afraid the CEO would get angry. Fortunately, he had only called for Nia Mitchell. Everyone unconsciously sighed in relief. Only when they relaxed did they realize their backs ached from being so tense for that brief minute.
Nia Mitchell swallowed hard. Maxwell Peary’s expression just now had been terrifying. It was the stern expression he reserved for employees, one that could instantly lower the room’s temperature. He exuded a powerful aura, and the solemn pressure made it difficult not to be afraid.
No one dared to et Young Master Peary’s eyes at this mont. This only highlighted everyone’s greatest fear: having their na called. It instantly felt like being back in elentary school, caught misbehaving by the horoom teacher.
Nia Mitchell, singled out by the CEO and summoned to his Office Room, undoubtedly felt like a misbehaving elentary school student being sent to the teacher’s office for a reprimand.
It was terrifying.
While Nia Mitchell was still dazed, Maxwell Peary had already vanished from sight.
"Nia Mitchell, aren’t you going yet?"
Sophia Moore was the first to react. Seeing Nia Mitchell standing there, looking scared, she felt a secret thrill of pleasure. A genuine smile spread across her face as she ’kindly’ reminded Nia Mitchell to keep up with the CEO.
Didn’t you hear CEO Peary tell you to go over? The CEO is already in his office. What are you dawdling here for? Hmph, don’t you understand the saying, ’If you stick your neck out, you get cut. If you draw back, you get cut anyway’? Your hesitation won’t change your fate. With Special Assistant Mo not in the Company, no one can cover for you. You have no one to turn to for help. Besides, I, Sophia Moore, didn’t cause you any trouble. You’re the one who got into trouble and ended up in CEO Peary’s hands.
"I don’t need your reminder; there’s nothing wrong with my ears."
Nia Mitchell bit her lip. Sophia Moore’s expression made her uncomfortable.
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