Richest Mogul

Chapter 309

Maisy’s heart raced. She knew she had to keep the Williamses from sensing that anything was off.

“Yes, I want to talk to you,” Maisy said, lowering herself. “Can we go somewhere

more private?”

Skylar raised an eyebrow. “Alright.”

The two walked further away, leaving the others curious about their conversation.

“Do you think Maisy is humbling herself to beg Skylar to stop causing trouble?” Samuel speculated, frowning.

Kenny watched them intently. Maisy was typically gentle and understanding, quite the contrast to the assertive Skylar. He worried Maisy might get hurt and was ready to intervene if necessary.

Meanwhile, Peter approached Jeffrey with a gloomy look. “Dad, we need to prepare ourselves. Mom’s condition seems quite serious–both her legs might be broken.

Jeffrey’s face turned ashen. “Trust the doctors. They’ll fix her legs. Sadie will be fine.

Our family can’t afford any more trouble right now.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so.” Peter agreed, but he couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that things might worsen for their family. He had a gut feeling that Sadie’s condition

would be dreadful.

figure, recalling how carefree she seemed and how

calmly looking

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struck him–could Skylar be the key to resolving their problems?

they needed Skylar to get

did you get‘ that video? I hope you can delete it. I’ll agree to any condition you set.”

me to delete it,” Skylar replied coldly. She suddenly felt like playing a small game of cat and

mouse with Maisy.

birthday, but you can have it if you delete the video and make sure no one

don’t want your car,” Skylar said

smissively.

less. Even Joe’s collection of limited–edition cars had failed to impress her. To

from one place to

then? Skylar, keeping

Maisy said with her

Skylar being so difficult

die,” Skylar said, emphasizing the word “die“, letting it hang heavily in the

been reborn, she’d been tormented to the point of wishing for death. In her final moments, she’d sworn that

a good

paled. “You’ve gone too

chuckled. “Have you forgotten how