Richest Mogul

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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Skylar waited for ten minutes, but she didn’t receive the money from Christopher. She had known that he wouldn’t return the money.

Within ten minutes, she collected various records of her transactions to him and screenshots of every

conversation where he had promised to pay her back.

This evidence was enough to file a lawsuit against him, or result in even worse circumstances if she

wanted. She decided to report it as a scam to the police first.

Next, she clicked on the messages from Sadie and Jeffrey. Both of them had reprimanded her for being disobedient, and Jeffrey specifically mentioned terminating her credit card.

Now that she thought of it, she indeed had a card that Jeffrey had given her when she had first returned

to the Williams family. But she had never used the card.

Maisy’s messages were pretty straightforward; she had done nothing other than brag about Jeffrey’s and

Sadie’s love for her.

Her intention to mock Skylar was unmistakable. In Skylar’s previous life, Maisy’s gloating had often upset

her.

Fortunately, Skylar now had a chance to start all over again. She would only acknowledge Janine, her adoptive mother, as her own mother from now on.

Her adoptive father, Finn Sullivan, had passed away in an accident when she had only been three years- old. As a result, Janine had laboriously raised four children alone.

Just as Skylar was about to set aside her phone and drift off to sleep, she received another message.

“Skye, are you getting used to life with the Williamses?” It was Steven Sullivan, her eldest brother who had always doted on her since childhood.

Skylar stirred. “Steven, I’ve missed you.”

Steven sent a voicemail the next instant. “Skye, just come back if you’re homesick. Mom has been mentioning you a lot these days.”

“Same. I really, really miss Mom. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“I’ll cook for you once you’re back.”

“How have you been doing lately? I remembered that you said you’re going to publish a paper, right?”

out a chuckle

up, Skylar found a photo of her family in her album. Tears began

paralyzed. She had been able to answer their calls sometimes, but only when the

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let anyone visit Skylar. Meanwhile, everyone had thought that

taken care of.

care of her since she wouldn’t have had to amputate her leg

to rest well since she couldn’t show up with swollen eyes

in the morning. Being used to waking up early, she went downstairs after

shower.

had left Pearlhall Residence yesterday, Joe had told

around.

people from Pearlhall Residence come over to clean every

well.

rummaged through the refrigerator. Thankfully, there were some vegetables

Inside.

the ingredients were, she presumed that the people from Pearlhall Residence probably replenished and cleaned

spotted a pack of noodles in the fridge,

a suit, Joe made his way downstairs and caught a whiff of the

Skylar cooking in

felt somehow uneasy when she left the kitchen with the noodles. She asked politely, “Mr Martin, do you want some chicken noodle soup for

mushrooms and vegetables as garnish. In fact, she preferred a hearty breakfast over mere toast and

to having breakfast in

behind before he left. ‘Use this card

of earning her own money, so she didn’t need his card. However, refusing his offer would arouse his

accept it; she would return it

end.

cup of coffee

of it. As the liquid traveled down his

in the midst of reporting that day’s schedule to him, announcing that they were scheduled

restaurant across the street and order a chicken noodle soup takeout.”

hearing an instruction that was totally unrelated to work, Paul thought he must have misheard. Chicken noodle soup?

“Yes.”

Paul hadn’t misheard at all. Still puzzled by Joe’s sudden cravings, he went out to instruct someone to

noodle soup half an hour later. He took a spoonful.

rich aroma of the soup exploded on his taste buds, he felt nauseous. The taste of chicken noodle soup shouldn’t be

Martin, is the soup too

“Take it away.

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