Maxwell Peary had already gained a considerable advantage from Phoebe Walker last time.
Now Phoebe Walker took the initiative to discuss business, which piqued his curiosity.
Does the Walker Family have any leverage to negotiate business with him here?
"Let's hear it."
Phoebe Walker heard Maxwell Peary's voice and turned up the corner of her lips while standing there.
"The Swan Family is a big piece of fat meat. I believe even Young Master Peary wouldn't swallow it quickly, but I can help you."
The elevator happened to arrive, and she stepped in immediately.
With no one inside, she pressed for the first floor.
"Help me?"
Maxwell Peary never needed a woman's help in his life. Upon hearing this, he slightly curled his lips.
This was indeed laughable, and he didn't even know how to describe it.
Sitting there, emanating an aura of dominance, his innate nobility made him seem distant.
Like he had an invisible barrier around him, no one dared to approach within a few steps.
