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 me 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 Department'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!
