Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 227: Chapter 226: CEO Pei, Thank You for Coming

”Mr. Peary!”

Phoebe Walker threw aside her restraint and called out unexpectedly.

Regret washed over her instantly. Why was she so hasty? She shouldn’t have acted so impulsively. What if she left a bad impression on Young Master Peary?

”Mr. Peary, thank you for coming to my birthday party.”

Phoebe Walker approached him, her expression full of emotion, as she awkwardly adjusted her clothes.

But Maxwell Peary, at that moment, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Seeing Maxwell Peary stop, Phoebe Walker felt as if she’d received silent encouragement, and her face lit up with delight.

”Mr. Peary, I’m sorry. I was changing my outfit earlier and couldn’t receive you in time.”

Phoebe Walker reached Maxwell Peary’s side, suppressing the thrill in her heart. After much deliberation, she finally spoke, choosing her words carefully.

Maxwell Peary’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Nia Mitchell emerged from the restroom, looking for Maxwell Peary. I’ll just quickly flash past him, she thought, that should be enough to appear within his line of sight, right?

However, just when she was almost at the center of the party, she was stopped.

”Sir, I have no interest in what you’ve said. Can you please allow me to leave?”

Nia Mitchell plastered a smile on her face, but her impatience was obvious to anyone.

However, the man in front of her—who clearly thought himself passionate, wealthy, and handsome—simply didn’t grasp Nia’s subtle rejection.

”Miss, you don’t need to be so polite with me; I have plenty of money. After the banquet ends, I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Nia Mitchell covered her face. This was a classic case of talking past each other! Couldn’t she just enjoy the free food and drinks at this party in peace?

”I said, I’m not interested!!!”

Nia Mitchell reached out to push him away and leave, but the man grabbed her small hand instead.

”Miss, don’t go now. How about leaving your contact information?”

Nia Mitchell tried to pull her hand back, but she was outmatched in strength.

What the hell! This man was brazenly taking liberties with her in public!

”Let go of me.”

Nia Mitchell was still holding an empty red wine glass in her other hand, so she couldn’t free it up to struggle.

”You’ve successfully caught my attention, Miss. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Benjamin Jones, the young master of Jones Corporation.”

Benjamin Jones extended his other hand and caressed the hand he had captured.

So soft, so smooth. He hadn’t expected such an unforeseen gain from attending a banquet today.

”I don’t care who you are! I’m telling you, stay away from me!”

She eyed the man: his hair slicked back, his face oily and shiny. He practically had the words ’Spoiled Heir’ written all over him.

This kind of slick, pretty boy wasn’t her type at all; she only had eyes for her Uncle Maxwell Peary.

”Stop playing hard to get with me; there’s absolutely no need. This young master is already deeply captivated by you.”

Benjamin Jones closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Just smell that! The air is filled with her scent, and that potent aroma of pheromones. It’s like he could taste romance itself.

”Miss, may I know your name?”

Benjamin Jones was practically drooling. His past girlfriends were mostly the voluptuous type who wore heavy makeup. They were all cut from the same cloth—seductive and alluring. But look at this one! So, this kind of girl actually exists in the world. Her delicate face looked so tender he wouldn’t dare pinch it too hard. And those large, watery eyes... it seemed like tears would spill out if he wasn’t careful.

”My ’esteemed name’? My foot! Let go of your filthy claws! Or don’t blame me for getting rough!”