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.”

do that? I still have several nude photos of you in my phone. Do you want to see what you look like

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

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

addressed her as his wife. Tobias

did you call me?” Skylar gaped at Tobias

lips against her ear. Sensually, he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, “I said, my wife. Didn’t

his desk. Night had fallen, but the floor-length blinds behind him had

stood behind Sheldon, primly smoothing out the minute creases in

day? Is he able

desk. They were almost insignificant,

replied frankly, “Mr. Ford is very efficient. He wouldn’t

his pen onto the desk. Leering at Susan unkindly, Sheldon scoffed, “I know you’re on Tobias’ side! Your Mr. Ford is the one who requested for you to

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