Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 108 - 107: Special Assistant Mo also has Serpent Spirit Disease
Alan Morgan nodded. These young girls were always warm towards him, and he had gotten used to it over time. π³πΏππππ²ππ»ππππ₯.ππ π
"Um, Nia Mitchell..." He hesitated, looking at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting to one side with reddened eyes. He felt utterly helpless.
The boss made his sister-in-law unhappy, so why should he, of all people, have to bear the brunt of the fallout and investigate?
Nia Mitchell lifted her head, just in time to see Alan Morganβs distressed expression. Huh, what was wrong with him?
When Alan Morgan didnβt speak for a while, Nia Mitchell asked, "Is there something you need, Special Assistant Morgan?"
Alan Morgan coughed awkwardly. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to ask her, in front of the entire Secretary Department, if she was angry with the boss? Was he supposed to ask her directly if her burned tongue still hurt? No, no, no, that would be terribly unwise. Both she and the boss would kill him.
"Um... nothing." Right, nothing. It wasnβt like he actually had any business here.
Nia Mitchellβs lips twitched. Then why was he here?
Phoebe Walkerβs smile gradually stiffened. Was Special Assistant Morgan here just to mess with this newcomer?
Phoebe Walker stood up, walked over to Alan Morgan with a beaming smile, and said, "Special Assistant Morgan, let me make you a cup of coffee."
Alan Morgan turned to look at the eagerly attentive Phoebe Walker and didnβt refuse. "Sure."
Upon getting the answer she wanted, Phoebe Walker happily walked over to the counter to make coffee.
"Still no sugar, Special Assistant Morgan?" Phoebe Walker asked. Holding a sugar cube, she looked at Alan Morgan, and he nodded.
While the coffee was brewing, Phoebe Walker smiled and came over to Alan Morganβs side.
"Oh, right," Phoebe Walker said, then quickly walked over to her desk and took an invitation out of her bag. "Youβll honor me with your presence, wonβt you, Special Assistant Morgan?"
Alan Morgan raised his eyebrows, took the invitation, opened it, and glanced at it. It was for a twenty-sixth birthday.
"Of course! I will definitely come to support Secretary Walkerβs birthday."
Alan Morgan nodded, accepted, put the invitation away, and then left the Secretary Department.
Nia Mitchell looked up at the ceiling speechlessly. Alan Morgan and Maxwell Peary are both nuts, so inexplicable.
After Phoebe Walker served coffee to Alan Morgan, she took a stack of invitations and began distributing them to everyone in the Office Room, including, of course, Diana Hill and Nia Mitchell.
"Nia Mitchell, you mentioned yesterday that youβre married. I wouldnβt mind if you bring your husband along." She placed the invitation before Nia Mitchell with an air of superiority.
Nia Mitchell bit her lip. Thereβs no way Iβm going with my husband. Not only that, I wonβt even go myself!
"Secretary Walkerβs birthday party will surely be filled with Upper-class people. A person like me attending would only tarnish your image and make you feel embarrassed, wouldnβt it?"
Nia Mitchell wasnβt the type to hold grudges; she often forgot many occurrences almost as soon as they happened. Especially unpleasant things, like arguments with friendsβthe next day, sheβd act as if nothing had occurred.
But her fuming arguments with Phoebe Walkerβwho always seemed to look for trouble and insist on a quarrel whenever she appearedβwere not something Nia could easily forget. Even the most forgetful person wouldnβt forget such things easily, right?
"How could that be?" Phoebe Walker responded, wearing a broad, magnanimous smile. "Youβre all my colleagues; I would definitely welcome you to my birthday party. How could you think that, Nia Mitchell?"
She feigned an incredulous look, which then morphed into a sudden expression of realization. "Oh, I see. Nia Mitchell, it must be because youβre too insecure, lacking confidence, and thatβs why you feel youβd be embarrassed."
Phoebe Walker then tapped the invitation on the table. "You need to be a bit more confident, okay? Make sure to come on Saturday."






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