Upon hearing Nia Mitchell's cutting remark, Sophia Moore's dreamy smile vanished, replaced by a look of malice.
"A filthy mouth can't utter decent words!"
HMPH!
In this world, there's nothing money can't solve. If she were on the same level as Young Master Peary, would Maxwell Peary still not care for her? Those who say they can't invite Maxwell Peary to their banquets—it's not because Young Master Peary doesn't deign to attend, but because they're not worthy. And she will be one of those worthy people in the future!
"I'm just stating the facts."
Nia Mitchell was very confident about this matter.
If she hadn't intervened with the Phoebe Walker situation last time, Maxwell Peary wouldn't have appeared.
"You!"
Sophia Moore angrily pointed at Nia Mitchell's face, her entire body shaking with rage.
"Sophia Moore, I don't want to discuss these trivial matters with you."
Nia Mitchell gave a slight smile and continued her work.
