After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell stood up and tidied up her belongings.
Then she stood up and looked at the large group of people waiting.
There weren't many people in the Secretary Department, probably only about twelve, thirteen, or fourteen, so a slightly larger private room would suffice.
Earlier, while on her way to the restroom, Nia had already called the Royal Dynasty to book a private room and told the manager to pretend not to know her.
"Let's go, everyone."
There wasn't the slightest smile on Nia Mitchell's face, because this meal wasn't one she wanted to host, so how could she possibly have a good expression?
But those people didn't care about that, with bright smiles they packed up their things and grouped in twos and threes to head out.
No one said a word to Nia Mitchell, as if she was an unnecessary addition to this group.
Clearly, at this moment, everyone forgot that Nia Mitchell was the one footing the bill.
