Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 430 - 429: After Success, I Will Give You Five Billion

Nia Mitchell lay there in a daze, then sat up mechanically.

"Charles Northwood, I know I was wrong not to inform you about my wedding, but it’s better if you don’t make such jokes."

She knew very well how much Uncle Peary liked her.

They had just spoken on the phone earlier; how could...

"Am I the kind of person who makes jokes like that?"

Charles Northwood frowned, surprised that Nia Mitchell thought he was joking.

"It’s at the Royal Dynasty Hotel. Do you want to come over?"

Leaning against the white wall, Charles Northwood looked exhausted.

Why didn’t she say anything before getting married?

He even suspected: Was it because she was too devastated by the Hendry Hampton incident that Maxwell Peary had managed to take advantage of her vulnerability?

If this is the case, can this relationship last?

"I’m not going. I trust Maxwell Peary; he wouldn’t do anything to wrong me."

After saying that, Nia Mitchell hung up. She felt upset, not understanding why Charles Northwood would make such a call.

It wasn’t until much later that Nia Mitchell learned Charles Northwood hadn’t been lying at that time; Maxwell Peary had indeed met with Phoebe Walker. And Nia Mitchell’s trust that Maxwell Peary wouldn’t do anything to betray her was also justified, for that was the truth.

This incident remained lodged in Charles Northwood’s heart like a fishbone.

「In the luxurious Presidential Suite—」

Phoebe Walker sat elegantly on the couch, exuding the scent of expensive French perfume, a wine glass in her hand.

Her wine-colored short skirt was extremely sexy, revealing a large expanse of skin.

Her long hair, hanging loose today, added a touch of languor and temptation.

Her bare feet, nails painted red, rested on the carpet, and she occasionally wriggled her toes.

She brushed her hair aside and, smiling, looked at Maxwell Peary, who sat opposite her.

"Young Master Peary is indeed unparalleled in the shopping mall. It’s my honor to be able to cooperate with you today."

Maxwell Peary’s arrival signified he had accepted the deal. However, he was a savvy businessman, and what he did best was maximizing his own interests.

"There’s no need for such grandiose words. Cooperation and transactions are two different things."

A partnership means being partners; a transaction is just mutual exploitation.

"Young Master Peary, why distinguish so clearly? The Walker Family has substantial resources. As long as you’re willing to help me, once it’s done, I can give you five hundred million as a token of my gratitude."

Actually, Phoebe Walker really wanted to offer herself to him as a gift of appreciation.

But Maxwell Peary definitely wouldn’t agree.

To avoid any unnecessary complications in the deal, Phoebe Walker chose the safest, most common, and most direct method: money.

No one ever complains about having too much money, right?

"Do you take me for a beggar?"

Maxwell Peary suddenly frowned, looking at Phoebe Walker with displeasure.

Five hundred million was nothing to him, yet she dared to brazenly call it a gift of gratitude. If he went through all that effort just for five hundred million, he would indeed be out of his mind.

From his tone and expression, Phoebe Walker sensed his disdain. She immediately felt a pang of regret. Her heart began to pound, and she grew nervous.

"I... Then, what do you want, Young Master Peary?"

I must win over Maxwell Peary, or everything the Walker Family has could fall into someone else’s hands!

"That depends on what Miss Walker needs me to do."

Maxwell Peary adjusted his cuffs and said nonchalantly.