Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 532 - 531: Nia Mitchell, I Won’t Mock You

Fiona Sutton was taken aback by Nia Mitchell’s words.

The Nia of the past, who would only hide behind her and let her take the brunt, has now become so eloquent. Charles Northwood, who always claimed to be her good friend, is now increasingly inscrutable and starting to distance himself from her. Indeed, time is the most ruthless of things. It has long since quietly changed everything.

"What kind of talk is that?" Julia Adams exclaimed. Apparently, she also hadn’t expected Nia Mitchell to be so sharp-tongued. She was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered. "If you want to foot the bill, I believe no one here will refuse. After all, it’s a kind gesture from you," Julia Adams continued, relentlessly pressing Nia Mitchell.

"I don’t think so."

Nia had no intention of picking up the tab. Maxwell Peary’s money wasn’t meant to be squandered like this. Although Maxwell might not care about such expenses, she did. Whenever she thought of Maxwell working late into the night on business matters, often frowning and rubbing his temples, she felt a pang in her heart. Everyone saw his glamour, but no one saw the hard work he put in behind the scenes.

"Nia Mitchell, you aren’t actually penniless, are you?"

Considering Nia Mitchell didn’t even have a wedding ring, Julia Adams became increasingly convinced this was a real possibility. At this thought, Julia Adams felt even more scornful towards her. "Nia Mitchell, if you don’t have money, you should have just said so. I won’t laugh at you, and no one else will mind."

Seeing Ralph Perez about to step in and play peacemaker, Julia Adams quickly finished her sentence.

She had effectively cut off all of Nia’s retreats. If Nia Mitchell didn’t treat them, it would just prove she had no money. Marrying a pauper—her future days would certainly be ’interesting.’

Nia Mitchell choked, not expecting Julia Adams to actually say such a thing.

"This meal is on me."

Charles Northwood had been quietly observing the scene. At this moment, he suddenly spoke up. Just as Fiona Sutton’s mouth moved to speak, Charles Northwood beat her to it.

Watching Charles Northwood’s action, Fiona Sutton felt an even greater unease in her heart. It was just that... she was no longer worthy of Charles Northwood. A man as gentle as jade, so pure and untainted—she was no longer worthy of him. Therefore, they had to remain friends; she had to forget her past feelings for him.

"Charles Northwood!" Julia Adams exclaimed, biting her lip, her eyes flashing with fury. She had almost forgotten that Nia Mitchell still had a good friend in Charles Northwood. At this thought, she was so enraged she wished she could rush over, turn back time, and clamp Charles Northwood’s mouth shut.

"I’ll cover it. Consider it my wedding gift to you. You won’t mind, right?" She was getting married; how could he not give her a generous Red Envelope? So, he would treat them to this meal.

Nia Mitchell clenched her fists, not wanting Charles Northwood to do this. "No need for that, I can handle it." She had the card Maxwell Peary had given her; it was more than enough to pay.

Hearing Nia Mitchell’s refusal, Charles Northwood paused, then after a moment’s thought, he nodded. She had such a capable husband now; she didn’t need him anymore. The Nia Mitchell of today couldn’t be easily bullied anymore. She had truly changed a great deal. One had to admit, Maxwell Peary was truly a successful man.

"Alright then, I won’t insist," Charles Northwood said with a somewhat forlorn smile, then sat back down to the side.

And this scene, in Julia Adams’s eyes, was:

Charles Northwood was just putting on an act and had no real intention of paying. Nia Mitchell was still trying to save face, but in the end, he had washed his hands of it.