Phoebe Walker raised an eyebrow, her gaze disdainfully landing on the white evening gown. The design is undoubtedly pretty, and the fabric looks decent, but so what? Even if a trashy person wears designer clothes, they’ll only make it look like a knock-off. "I didn’t expect clothes from street stalls to be such high quality nowadays. But these days, not everyone can pull off wearing all white." Look at this color. TSK TSK. Anyone who didn’t know better would think she’s attending a funeral. Phoebe Walker had always disliked people who wore white. "I think Nia Mitchell looks especially beautiful in white." Diana Hill, standing to the side, finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Phoebe Walker has already moved to the Finance Department; she won’t be returning to the Secretary Department. I used to tolerate her, but I don’t need to anymore. Ever since Nia Mitchell joined the Company, Phoebe Walker had continually made things difficult for her. I’d long since grown tired of watching it happen but was helpless to do anything. But Phoebe Walker is being simply too overbearing today. "Oh, Diana Hill, your courage is growing by the day. It’s true what they say: you are the company you keep." Phoebe Walker looked meaningfully at the two of them. So, Nia Mitchell won Diana Hill over this quickly? It seems I’ve indeed underestimated her. Nia Mitchell chuckled and set down her glass of red wine. "Happy birthday. I won’t disturb you while you go around showing off to others. With so many people here, will you even have enough time today to flaunt yourself to every single one of them?" Nia Mitchell glanced around. There are so many people.If Phoebe Walker really tries to show off to every single person, a few hours might not be enough. The moment Nia Mitchell said this, Phoebe Walker’s expression instantly changed. Veins pulsed on her forehead, and she looked as if she was about to lunge at Nia and tear her apart. "HUMPH. Thank you for your well wishes. But you’re my colleague, and quite inexperienced with the world. I need to look out for you. How could you just say a few words and leave?" Phoebe Walker picked up two more glasses of red wine, forcefully stuffing one into Nia Mitchell’s hand. "Come on, let me introduce you to my good friends. Once you get to know them, who knows? When one person makes it, their whole family benefits. You could become incredibly wealthy." Phoebe Walker started dragging Nia Mitchell away. Nia Mitchell frowned and struggled, trying to leave. Thıs content belongs to 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 But Phoebe Walker’s strength was surprisingly great today, and Nia’s struggles were in vain. At such a grand event, I’m not shameless enough to cause a scene by yelling and drawing attention to myself. "Phoebe Walker, let go! I have no interest in meeting your disreputable friends." Nia Mitchell gritted her teeth. Isn’t this woman just a thug? Does she really need to make things so difficult? Phoebe Walker sneered without a word, pulling Nia Mitchell into a flock of chattering socialites. "Everyone, let me introduce you. This is my colleague, Nia Mitchell. She’s incredibly wealthy, you know. Just look at this dress." Phoebe Walker seemed to do it deliberately, pulling Nia Mitchell right into a circle of socialites and then launching into an overly enthusiastic introduction. Diana Hill had been following them, but Phoebe Walker took Nia Mitchell into the center of the room, where it was crowded. In the crowd, Diana Hill inadvertently got separated from them and then couldn’t find Nia Mitchell anymore. Nia Mitchell stood awkwardly in the middle of the group. Everyone could hear the disdain in Phoebe Walker’s words. They knew she was being sarcastic. Consequently, many of them looked at Nia with disdain, treating her like a clown.