Phoebe Walker looked at Nia Mitchell with pride. The feeling of tearing someone down from their very soul was truly satisfying.
Nia Mitchell bit her lip. Forget it; no banquet could possibly be worthy of Uncle Peary's status.
Hmph!
"Whether or not he goes is his own business."
To Phoebe Walker, Nia Mitchell's words sounded like pure helplessness.
She shook her head and slowly walked up to Nia Mitchell.
"You don't want him to go, do you? Because at my birthday party, there will be plenty of rich men there for you to seduce."
Her voice was low, but most of the people in the Secretary Department heard her loud and clear.
In the Secretary Department, most of them came from ordinary families. Even if some were considered wealthy, it was only wealth by ordinary standards.
Undoubtedly, some among them were hoping to make an impression at the party.
Who doesn't want to marry into a wealthy family?
