Richest Mogul

Chapter 500

Skylar wondered if the food was even edible. She had no idea Joe could cook. Besides, she remembered that she’d never seen him having breakfast when she first moved to Galaxy Villa.

“Of course,” said Joe proudly. After all, he’d spent half an hour making it.

Skylar walked downstairs. Excitement and nervousness coursed through her simultaneously. She was excited because he’d made her breakfast. However, she was nervous about whether it would be edible.

It wasn’t easy to get reborn. Skylar would prefer to remain alive. She didn’t want to be poisoned to death.

When she saw the breakfast spread, she sighed in relief. It was alright.

“Overnight oats, boiled eggs, and some fruits. What do you think?” Joe wanted to cook her a pot of warming pasta or oat porridge. However, he had no idea how to operate the stove. He didn’t know how much water to add either. As for noodles, it would be even worse.

Thankfully, he noticed the oats. They could simply be mixed in with milk and yogurt. As for the boiled eggs, they posed no difficulty.

Skylar gave him a thumbs up and praised, “You’re wonderful, Mr. Martin! You’ve prepared a nutritious spread. I was craving for yogurt when I woke up.”

Perhaps because she’d read too many novels, she was under the impression that people who couldn’t cook made horrible food. It was either that, or they burnt the kitchen down.

was a

sit down and eat. If it’s not enough, we can have more‘ yogurt oats,” said Joe. He grinned at being praised. It was satisfying, perhaps even more so than negotiating business deals

“Alright.”

arrived at the office an hour

called secretly, “You’re full of ideas, Ms. Sullivan. Mr. Martin came

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made me fuck off to solve the problem

that humans make mistakes and asked me to pay attention in the future.

cry upon hearing that. She replied, “Stop reading those fantasy novels of

I hope you get along well with Mr. Martin! The rest of

found himself such a

would’ve suspected that Joe employed

wouldn’t be able to sleep. However, she drifted

it was 9:00 am. She had slept for ten whole hours. For breakfast, Natalie drank some milk

a message from Annabelle on Instagram.

avoid thinking about Jeremy. She wanted to keep

of hesitation, she opened Instagram to check Annabelle’s