Just then, Skylar’s phone screen lit up with a WhatsApp message from Largo.

Have you considered my offer?

The corners of Skylar’s mouth curled in incredulity. Largo was a pretty diligent pimp, persevering undaunted even after being rejected so irrefutably.

“Who’s texting you? You’ve been staring at your phone for the longest time,” Tobias remarked.

Skylar hesitated, then decided not to tell Tobias the truth. It wasn’t anything to boast about and would do nothing good for Tobias’ current frame of mind.

Besides, what would I say? That Largo’s trying to pimp me out? Skylar thought, grimacing.

Casually, Skylar answered, “It’s just spam. You can see for yourself if you’d like.”

need to do that? I still have several nude photos of you in

sternly, saying, “You’d better delete them. This is such a despicable

Skylar and ruffled her hair playfully, saying, “What’s so despicable about

as his wife. Tobias always called Skylar by name. Terms of endearment were

me?” Skylar gaped at

Skylar, pressing his lips against her ear. Sensually, he whispered, his breath

the CEO’s chair in front of his desk. Night had fallen, but the floor-length blinds behind him had entirely obscured the splendid view

behind Sheldon, primly smoothing out

able to finish looking through everything?” Sheldon asked, furrowing

piles of documents that lay scattered across the huge desk. They were almost insignificant, however, compared to the towering stacks on

frankly, “Mr. Ford is very efficient. He wouldn’t take long to clear

unkindly, Sheldon scoffed, “I know you’re on Tobias’ side! Your Mr. Ford is the one who requested for you to stay. That’s how

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