Liam Walker frowned almost imperceptibly. How could it be that Alan Morgan brought the girl? "Nephew Morgan, is this lady really your date?" Suspicion echoed in Liam Walker’s words. "Mr. Walker, are you questioning the words I just said?" As Alan Morgan spoke, he held Shirley Grant even tighter. Shirley Grant felt extremely uncomfortable being so affectionately embraced in front of so many people, and she secretly tried to free herself from his grip. "If you want to keep getting yourself in trouble, go ahead and struggle." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Alan Morgan bent down and whispered this into Shirley Grant’s ear. Sure enough, Shirley Grant immediately became obedient. Liam Walker then turned to look at Phoebe Walker. "Phoebe, spare others when you can. Have you forgotten what your father taught you?" Phoebe Walker widened her eyes, somewhat disbelieving her own ears. Was her father suggesting that she should let it go? "Dad, she is the one being aggressive." Liam Walker, who knew his daughter all too well, frowned upon seeing her disobedience. "Go, change out of this dress. What kind of image are you presenting just standing here ?" Phoebe Walker refused and stood still, biting her lips. "You take her away. A good girl like her has been completely spoiled by you." Suddenly, Liam Walker spoke to a middle-aged woman standing not far away. His tone was ill-tempered and reprimanding. The middle-aged woman hurried over with her head slightly lowered, nodding as she went. "Phoebe, dear, let’s go. Go change your dress." With that, she stepped forward, took Phoebe by the hand and led her out of the party. Nia Mitchell sighed in relief. Who would have thought Alan Morgan would be so effective as to make the Walkers back down? "Ah, Nephew Morgan, I really must apologize for what happened. I hope you won’t take it to heart." Liam Walker picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to propose a toast to him. Alan Morgan smiled and also put away his previously tense expression. "Mr. Walker, you’re being too serious. Regarding the dress that was ruined, I will compensate." As he spoke, Alan Morgan pulled out his checkbook and turned to Shirley Grant. "Did she mention how much the dress costs?" "Three hundred thousand," Shirley Grant answered honestly, even though she believed the dress was not really worth that much. Alan Morgan quickly wrote a check for six hundred thousand and handed it to Liam Walker. "Ah, Nephew Morgan, you’re slapping me in the face with this. How can I accept your money?" Liam Walker’s expression changed. How could he possibly take that check? Alan Morgan didn’t even look at Liam Walker. He simply threw the check on the ground. Wrapping his arm around Shirley Grant, he then led her away. Anyway, his boss would be here soon. He didn’t need to be the one defending the damsel in distress here. Nia Mitchell watched, speechless. Special Assistant Morgan just dropped the check and walked off with Shirley Grant like that? It was somewhat puzzling. What exactly was their relationship now? After witnessing the commotion, Diana Hill found Nia Mitchell. "Special Assistant Morgan was so cool just now." Diana Hill’s eyes shone. She hadn’t expected Special Assistant Morgan and Shirley Grant’s relationship to have progressed this far! "They must have made up. That’s great—I’m so happy for Secretary Shirley Grant." "Yeah, Special Assistant Morgan is actually quite a nice man." Nia Mitchell agreed with a smile. She turned to find somewhere to eat with Diana Hill, only to see a man in a suit hurry to Liam Walker’s side. "Sir, Young Master Peary has arrived."