The expression on Liam Walker’s face changed several times in an instant; he couldn’t quite believe his own ears. "You’re saying Young Master Peary is here? The Young Master Peary of MC Group?" Fresh chapters posted on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 Isn’t Young Master Peary always elusive and never attends any parties? Today is just his daughter’s small birthday party, yet he actually made time to attend? Even if he just stopped by for a moment before leaving, that would be an immense honor for them. "Yes, sir. It’s that Young Master Peary." The attendant thought, Seriously, where else in this world could there be another Young Master Peary? Upon hearing this, Liam Walker immediately put down the red wine in his hand and hurried over to greet him. Damn it, his good-for-nothing daughter had chosen this exact moment to go change her clothes; now she wouldn’t get a chance to greet Young Master Peary. Nia Mitchell had frozen in place the moment she heard the first sentence, unable to move her feet. "It’s CEO Peary? CEO Peary is here too?" Diana Hill excitedly grabbed Nia Mitchell, ready to run towards the Grand Gate Entrance. "This is a great opportunity to see the mysterious boss!" "I’m suddenly not feeling well. I need to go to the restroom. You go ahead." The smile on Nia Mitchell’s face stiffened. Didn’t Maxwell say he wouldn’t come? He actually lied to her! Why on earth would he come here now? "Then I’ll go with you to the restroom. I won’t go to the Grand Gate Entrance; after all, we can see the CEO at the Company anyway." Diana Hill just wanted to join in the excitement; it wasn’t as if she’d never seen Young Master Peary and was desperate for a look. Besides, she harbored no ulterior motives and was quite sensible, well aware she couldn’t aspire to such a prominent figure. "It’s alright, I can go by myself. Excuse me." With that, Nia Mitchell quickly trotted away, her footsteps a light TAP-TAP-TAP, as she vowed to hide at this party for a few hours. She wasn’t like Maxwell, who, with his numerous titles, seemed to carry his own spotlight wherever he went. Hiding from him should be quite simple. At the entrance to the banquet hall, Maxwell Peary, dressed in a suit, stepped onto the red carpet. He casually glanced around before fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Young Master Peary, I am Phoebe Walker’s father, Liam Walker." Liam Walker stepped forward to introduce himself and extended his hand for a handshake. But, for a long moment, Maxwell Peary merely glanced at Liam Walker’s outstretched hand and remained motionless where he stood. "Er... my daughter will be here shortly. Please, come in," Liam Walker stammered, stepping to the side to clear the path. Maxwell Peary strode forward. Nia should know by now that I’ve arrived. Why don’t I see her anywhere? It seems Rabina Mitchell is angry and hiding from me. Thinking of this as he continued forward, a faint smile touched Maxwell Peary’s lips. "Young Master Peary, your presence here today truly graces our humble gathering," Liam Walker said, his face wreathed in smiles; he didn’t find his own fawning behavior the least bit repulsive. "My daughter, Phoebe Walker, works at MC Group. I hope she hasn’t caused you or the Company any trouble." Upon hearing this, Maxwell Peary suddenly halted. "If she ever causes trouble for me or the Company, she will disappear from my sight instantly." His icy words echoed through the quiet banquet hall. So, the rumors about Maxwell Peary were true: he was cold, stern, and utterly ruthless, never sparing anyone’s feelings. His meaning was clear: Phoebe Walker might work there now, but he had never given her special treatment, nor would he ever do so in the future.