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.”

that? I still have several nude

embarrassment. She prodded Tobias sternly, saying, “You’d better delete them. This is such a

grinned at Skylar and ruffled her hair playfully, saying, “What’s so despicable about me keeping

time that Tobias had ever addressed her as his wife. Tobias always called Skylar by name. Terms of endearment were few

you call me?” Skylar

whispered, his

in front of his desk. Night had fallen, but the floor-length blinds behind him had entirely obscured the splendid view the window otherwise afforded

smoothing out the minute creases

every day? Is he able to finish looking through everything?” Sheldon asked, furrowing

across the huge desk.

efficient. He wouldn’t take long to clear this amount

his pen onto the desk. Leering at Susan unkindly, Sheldon scoffed, “I know you’re on Tobias’ side! Your Mr.

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