Alan Morgan’s gaze left Shirley Grant feeling somewhat exposed. "Shirley Grant, explain why you did it." Alan Morgan frowned, not believing Shirley Grant could be such an impulsive woman. "No reason. I just didn’t like her, so I splashed her." Shirley Grant stood there, looking defiant, allowing everyone to point and gossip about her. "Special Assistant Morgan." Nia Mitchell suddenly stepped forward. Even though she couldn’t make sense of Shirley Grant’s actions, she believed it was indeed Phoebe Walker who had instigated this with her provoking words. The normally icy expression on Alan Morgan’s face changed slightly. Seeing Nia Mitchell approach, he also reined in some of the chill radiating from him. "It’s nothing. I just wanted to say that I think the fault here doesn’t lie with Shirley Grant; it’s that Phoebe Walker’s words were too nasty." Even someone who doesn’t care about their reputation would probably get angry after hearing that. Alan Morgan turned his gaze back to Phoebe Walker. "Shirley Grant is my date tonight. If you hurt her, you’re hurting me, Alan Morgan. Phoebe Walker, since she dirtied your clothes, how about I compensate you double the amount?" As expected of Alan Morgan, the special assistant to MC Maxwell Peary, he knew how to make an impact. First, stating that hurting Shirley meant hurting him, effectively tying her to his side. Next, offering double compensation gave her a way out. But whether or not she chose to take it was entirely up to her. He didn’t want to complicate matters; after all, he wasn’t ready to offend the Walker family yet. Just as rumored, Phoebe Walker was indeed Liam Walker’s daughter, a woman of immeasurable wealth. Despite Liam Walker having officially retired from the business world, he still had enough influence to shake the entire industry with a single stomp of his foot. "Do you think I’m short of money?" Phoebe Walker was even more enraged by Alan Morgan’s words. Did he think he could dismiss her with money? She had always considered money to be dirt. Alan Morgan lowered his head, a helpless smile on his face. There was truly nothing to be done. Since Phoebe Walker refused to let it go, he had no choice but to drop the pleasantries. Just as he looked up, he saw Liam Walker approaching. "Phoebe, what happened?" Liam Walker was in a suit today, his already greying hair glimmering under the lights. His figure was slightly portly, but not unhealthily so. His eyes were somewhat cloudy, yet they couldn’t conceal the shrewdness within. A man like him would be categorized as ambitious anywhere. It was hard to imagine that he had voluntarily retired from the business world over a decade ago. Seeing her father emerge, Phoebe Walker immediately rushed over to him. "Look at my dress! If someone else had accidentally dirtied it, I wouldn’t have cared. But that woman deliberately splashed red wine on me! Isn’t she just trying to cause trouble at my birthday party?" Phoebe Walker complained to her father in a wheedling tone. Her arm had been burned last Friday, and this cocktail dress had only just been altered late this afternoon. She hadn’t even been wearing it for an hour before it was stained. "She deliberately splashed red wine on you?" Liam Walker struggled to process this. He truly hadn’t expected someone to dare splash red wine on his daughter in public, at an event . Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Liam Walker frowned, his voice suddenly rising, and an imposing aura emanated from him. The surroundings became utterly silent, without a single sound. Everyone held their breath, watching the main players in this farce. "She’s my woman. What are your thoughts, Mr. Walker?" Alan Morgan suddenly moved to Shirley Grant’s side, pulling her into his arms. He then turned his head to look at Liam Walker.