Phoebe Walker's words seemed sincere, as if she was trying to turn over a new leaf, but did Maxwell Peary believe her?
He sat there and glanced at her.
"MC doesn't need you."
So what if she had worked here for many years?
His MC Group didn't lack employees; as soon as a job advertisement was posted, countless people applied.
Phoebe Walker stood there, her eyes slightly red. Whenever she thought of Liam Walker lying in that hospital bed, she felt she could swallow any pride.
"Maxwell, you know my capabilities. I really need this job. Even if I made mistakes in the past, I've already paid the price. Can't you just let me off the hook?"
Phoebe Walker was genuinely submissive this time, her words laced with a plea.
But how could Maxwell Peary possibly agree?
"You can leave now."
With that, he picked up a document and resumed his work.
