Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 387 - 386: This is My Wife, Nia Mitchell

Phoebe Walker smirked coldly, brushing the hair that had fallen across her forehead. Unfortunately, the words of the junior staff member made her freeze.

"Nia Mitchell is not the Head Secretary of the Secretary Department. The Head Secretary was hired from another company for a hefty sum."

Phoebe Walker frowned, her face full of derision. What hefty sum? It was nothing more than being poached. A secretary who could be poached... I wonder what MC is thinking, actually letting her become Head Secretary. Hmph! It must be someone with connections again.

Phoebe Walker took a few steps aside and quietly made a phone call.

Not long after, the front desk received a notice to let Phoebe Walker go up.

"Please!" The junior staff member at the front desk looked at Phoebe Walker, her heart pounding nervously. She hadn’t expected Phoebe Walker to still be able to find a connection at a time like this.

"HMPH!" Phoebe Walker shot the receptionist an arrogant glare and strode into the elevator.

Arriving at the Secretary Department’s office once again, Phoebe Walker met the new Head Secretary.

"Maxwell is currently with a guest. You can wait here for a moment," Sophia Moore said, glancing at Phoebe Walker with an unreadable smile.

"Why is it you?!" Phoebe Walker stared at Sophia Moore standing before her, finding it hard to believe.

"What’s wrong?" Sophia Moore smirked coldly. Seeing Phoebe like this actually made her feel immensely pleased.

"Are you showing up now to fight for our Walker Family’s inheritance? Let me tell you, not a chance!" Phoebe Walker yelled furiously, her whole body trembling, betraying her current agitation.

In contrast, Sophia Moore stood there calmly, completely still, her expression unchanging from beginning to end.

"Older Sister, how could you think that?" Sophia Moore chuckled, pouring her a cup of tea.

"Dad is in the hospital; how could I be so unfilial?"

The implication was clear: once Liam Walker died, it wouldn’t be unfilial for her to fight for the family inheritance. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Phoebe Walker clearly understood the meaning behind her words, her brow furrowed tightly, her face filled with rage.

"Older Sister, feel free to shout all you want here. It would be best if someone heard and spread it around. I might even gain something from it," Sophia Moore whispered in Phoebe Walker’s ear, ostensibly while still focused on pouring tea, before straightening up.

Phoebe Walker instantly clenched her fists, glaring angrily at Sophia Moore.

"Nia, go to the CEO’s office and see when Mr. Peary can see our... former secretary," Sophia Moore instructed.

Nia Mitchell looked up, glancing at Phoebe Walker and Sophia Moore, who weren’t far away. The CEO is in a meeting right now; it wouldn’t be good for me to go in.

Clearly, Sophia Moore was doing this deliberately.

However, given Nia Mitchell’s status, even if the CEO were furious, she could walk in without being caught in his anger. At most... at most, the CEO would give her a cold look and say nothing.

She casually picked up a few documents from her desk. They needed to be delivered soon anyway, so going now would give her a perfect excuse.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Nia Mitchell knocked lightly on the office door and only entered after hearing the CEO’s consent from inside.

"What is it?" Maxwell Peary looked up. When he saw Nia Mitchell enter, his expression softened considerably.

"There are a few documents that need your signature," Nia Mitchell said with a smile. Her gaze shifted to the unfamiliar man sitting on the sofa, and she offered a polite, smiling nod.

"This is the current head of the Morgan Corporation and also Alan Morgan’s father," Maxwell Peary said, standing up to introduce him to Nia Mitchell.

"And this is my wife, Nia Mitchell."