Chapter 950: Chapter 949: Young Master Peary, Let’s Make a Deal

The woman curled her lips and shook her head.

"How could I be here to see you? I’m just here to see your downfall."

This woman was clearly Phoebe Walker.

"You probably can’t imagine, can you? How disheveled you’ve become."

She slowly squatted down, the smile on her face growing brighter.

"Belinda Swan, from now on, you just enjoy your miserable life. I will live more brilliantly than anyone else."

The Walker Family is not to be trifled with easily.

Now she has successfully taken control of everything within the Walker Family, and now she has money in her hands.

After saying this, Phoebe Walker stood up.

"Belinda Swan, you deserve it."

In the past, she had also endured Belinda Swan’s indignities.

There were many things, in fact, that Belinda Swan encouraged her from behind the scenes for. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so mindless.

Even targeting Nia Mitchell within the company was because of her.

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After saying a few words, she turned around and left the Psychiatric Hospital, as if she had never appeared.

Leaving the Psychiatric Hospital, she took out her phone and called Sophia Moore.

"The taste of failure is quite unpleasant, isn’t it?"

She stood there like a proud rooster, as if she were the only victor in the world.

"Phoebe Walker, do you think you’ve won just because you’re like this?"

Sophia Moore yelled angrily, not willing to lose so easily.

"Of course, I’ve won. At least now I’m a partner with Young Master Peary."

Phoebe Walker stood triumphantly, her eyes filled with anger as she spoke.

Calling it a partnership was merely being controlled by Maxwell Peary.

But it didn’t matter; the Walker Family was never short of money. Even with what Maxwell Peary took, what remained would last her a lifetime of extravagance.

If it can’t be exhausted, why care about it?

She didn’t want to bother with how much money there was.

"Phoebe Walker, you will lose."

Sophia Moore angrily slammed the phone down, then forcefully threw it on the ground.

Phoebe Walker stood at the Grand Gate Entrance of the Psychiatric Hospital, hailed a car, and went to the Hospital.

In the Hospital, Phoebe Walker’s father was still in the ward, still asleep.

Two days ago, the Doctor had already given the treatment outcome.

Vegetative state.

The chances of waking up were extremely slim.

Since that’s the case, she didn’t dwell too much on these matters.

Since the outcome was already determined, she was no longer panicked like in the beginning. The butler was taking care of Mr. Walker, and Phoebe Walker walked over without saying much.

"I’ll leave the matters here to you. I need to go and attend to the Company’s matters."

Even though the Walker Family has declined, fortunately, there are still some companies remaining.

She’s now overwhelmed with things to do every day, so her visits to the Hospital have become less frequent.

She glanced at her father lying in bed, shook her head, then took another look at her mother standing at the side, hesitant to speak.

"Mom, you stay here and take care of Dad."

After saying this, she turned and left.

Phoebe Walker had changed; she was no longer as arrogant as before, nor as undisguised as before.

Exiting the ward, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Young Master Peary."

On the other end of the line, Maxwell Peary frowned slightly.

"What is it?"

Phoebe Walker curled her lips and walked forward step by step.

"Young Master Peary, don’t always use that tone. I want to discuss a business deal with you; I guarantee you’ll be interested."

After saying this, she had already reached the elevator door, stopped, and waited for a response from the other end of the line.