Phoebe Walker raised an eyebrow, her gaze disdainfully landing on the white evening gown.
The design is undoubtedly pretty, and the fabric looks decent, but so what?
Even if a trashy person wears designer clothes, they'll only make it look like a knock-off.
"I didn't expect clothes from street stalls to be such high quality nowadays. But these days, not everyone can pull off wearing all white."
Look at this color. TSK TSK. Anyone who didn't know better would think she's attending a funeral.
Phoebe Walker had always disliked people who wore white.
"I think Nia Mitchell looks especially beautiful in white."
Diana Hill, standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
Phoebe Walker has already moved to the Finance Department; she won't be returning to the Secretary Department.
I used to tolerate her, but I don't need to anymore.
Ever since Nia Mitchell joined the Company, Phoebe Walker had continually made things difficult for her.
