Group A quickly got busy. In contrast, Group B was incredibly relaxed. "Just as I thought, our General Manager Evelyn Peary is still so biased. The capable work more. Secretary Walker, you have it tough." Shirley Grant sat aside, smiling as she examined her fingernails. Umm, if I’m free tonight, it looks like I need to get my nails done. Phoebe Walker’s face turned shades of livid and red upon hearing this. "There’s nothing to be done. General Manager Evelyn Peary has always valued me highly." She had to swallow her pride and endure it. Her pay grade and Shirley Grant’s were the same, yet she often had to do much more work than Shirley. Shirley Grant chuckled, her eyes full of derision. "What a pity. You all can only have fast food for lunch today. Look how skinny each of you is." She casually gestured towards them and shrugged helplessly. "Thanks for your kind intentions, but being slim is the beauty standard now. Weren’t you the one always clamoring to lose weight?" Phoebe Walker would never concede in a verbal battle. Want her to admit defeat? Impossible. Shirley Grant was momentarily speechless. That’s right, she *had* been clamoring about losing weight. Oh well, she thought, considering how pitiful Group A is, I won’t stoop to arguing with them. It was past eleven o’clock. After numerous calls from Fiona Sutton urging her, Nia Mitchell finally met up with her. Fiona Sutton ran over and gave her a big hug. "Why did you suddenly come back from the USA? I thought you wouldn’t be back for a long time." Nia Mitchell found it very strange. Could it be that she came back because she’s no longer angry? Fiona Sutton sighed and shrugged in resignation. "It’s all because of that sword-bearing attendant of yours! He’s even more infuriating than you are." Nia Mitchell couldn’t help but chuckle. "Did Charles Northwood provoke you again?" Before, among the three of them, it was usually Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton who bickered. Now, things had changed, and it was Charles Northwood and Fiona Sutton. For more chapters visıt 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Exactly! He objects to everything I say. It’s so frustrating!" Fiona Sutton hid the unnatural look in her eyes and retorted peevishly. Nia Mitchell was already used to it. It would be strange if Fiona and Charles Northwood ever stopped quarreling. "So, tell me, what was it about this time?" Nia Mitchell was especially curious, wondering what trivial thing it could be. This time, however, Fiona Sutton fell silent and said nothing. "If you don’t want to say, then forget it." Seeing Fiona Sutton looked troubled, Nia Mitchell didn’t ask further. "Let’s go. To welcome you back properly, it’s my treat." Nia Mitchell didn’t want Fiona Sutton to dwell on unhappy matters, so she decided to foot a big bill. "Great! I want to go to Madgar Pavilion." Nia Mitchell’s jaw dropped. No way, Madgar Pavilion? Seeing her utterly shocked expression, Fiona Sutton’s eyes brimmed with amusement. "Haha, scared you, didn’t I? I knew you were broke, yet you still pretended to be a big shot and offered to treat me. Let me treat you instead, to comfort your poor, wounded little heart." Fiona Sutton raised her hand to hail a taxi and gave the name Madgar Pavilion. "Maybe we shouldn’t go somewhere so expensive." Nia Mitchell hadn’t yet told her that she was married. If they went to Madgar Pavilion and ran into Evelyn Peary, what would she do? Making Fiona accept so much all at once—she definitely wouldn’t be able to handle the shock. "It’s fine, it’s to comfort you." Fiona Sutton smiled, and after speaking, she turned to look at Nia Mitchell with great seriousness. "I felt from the beginning that Hendry Hampton didn’t truly like you. The gap between you two is too wide; you were never going to be together. Do you believe me now?" Nia Mitchell gave a wry smile. She admitted she had been deluded by Hendry Hampton. However, Fiona Sutton was a typical wealth-hater; that much Nia understood. "Fiona, let’s not bring up the past anymore."