Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 198: Chapter 197: Everyone Has a Gossiping Heart

Billy Campbell stood trembling where he was, stealing a furtive glance at the seemingly emotionless Maxwell Peary.

The entire conference room was deathly silent, and an overwhelming sense of dread enveloped everyone present.

Those present broke out in cold sweats, fearing Maxwell Peary would place his blade against their necks at any moment.

Why isn’t he leaving? Alan Morgan frowned, making a motion as if to take out his phone and call the police.

Seeing this, Billy Campbell’s eyes widened, and he immediately turned tail and fled frantically for the exit.

The conference room returned to tranquility. Maxwell Peary picked up the documents before him and began to flip through them. The only sound in the room was the soft rustle of pages turning. Everyone sat holding their breath, awaiting Maxwell’s impending outburst.

In stark contrast to the deadly silence in the conference room, the Secretary Department was currently much more peaceful.

Nia Mitchell rushed back to the Secretary Department, panting slightly.

Phoebe Walker and Shirley Grant were in the middle of a work handover. Outwardly, they appeared perfectly professional; no one could tell they didn’t get along.

The moment the door opened, everyone looked up at Nia Mitchell.

”What’s wrong?”

Nia felt a prickle of unease under their stares. Is there something on my face? she wondered, puzzled.

Phoebe Walker suddenly spoke, her tone deceptively lighthearted, ”Nia, I’m about to leave. How about you finally tell us what the deal is between you and Special Assistant Morgan? At least enlighten me before I go, so I can leave in peace!” The question she posed was one everyone present was dying to know.

No one was immune to gossip; everyone was eager to get the inside scoop on others.

Nia Mitchell looked at Phoebe Walker, nonplussed. ”There’s no ’deal’ between Special Assistant Morgan and me. If there’s any relationship, it’s purely that of a superior and subordinate,” Nia stated frankly. She truly had no personal connection to Alan Morgan.

If they were asking about her relationship with the CEO, she might indeed feel a twinge of guilt, struggling with the urge to deceive them.

But since their question was about Alan Morgan, she could answer with a clear conscience: there was no relationship.

Perhaps Nia wasn’t aware. Not only in the Secretary Department, but throughout the entire MC Group, no one would speculate about anyone’s connections with Maxwell Peary. In everyone’s eyes, Maxwell Peary was impartial and aloof; he wouldn’t let anyone he knew pull strings to get into the company. Moreover, everyone felt no one had the clout or the connections to latch onto Maxwell Peary, that towering tree. Since Nia had started as a mere secretary, it was even more unthinkable that she could have any connection with the CEO.

Ever since her arrival, Special Assistant Morgan had been particularly considerate towards her, naturally leading everyone to suspect Nia was his person. Perhaps Nia hadn’t noticed Special Assistant Morgan’s special care for her, but it was well known that, in the past, he wouldn’t set foot in the Secretary Department for months on end.

”HUMPH, no relationship? Who’d believe that?” Everyone in the sizable Secretary Department had eyes. Even a blind person could see that Nia’s backer was Alan Morgan. They all simply wanted to know the nature of her relationship with him, but despite their burning curiosity, she refused to say.

Nia sighed inwardly.

”Whether you believe it or not is your business. I’ve said there’s no relationship, so there’s no relationship. If you never intended to believe me from the start, then why did you even bother asking?”

Nia looked at Phoebe Walker. She hadn’t expected that even as Phoebe was about to leave the Secretary Department, she would still try to stir up resentment against her before going.