Richest Mogul

Chapter 1361

Rosa bit her lip, making a difficult decision. Finally, she reached out to Cecil.

"I'll send you a photo. Her name is Skylar Sullivan, and she's an antique restorer."

She selected a flattering front-facing photo of Skylar and sent it off. Cecil was busy editing various news stories and hadn't slept all night. When he saw the photo from Rosa, he was thrilled. "This mistress has a lovely name and is pretty too. But she doesn't know how to behave. How could she possibly be the third party between you and Mr. Sowle?

"I really can't stand these types of hypocritical women. Let's ruin her so she'll never have a chance to interfere in anyone's relationship again."

Rosa's eyes flickered as she read Cecil's response. "Go ahead and do what you think is best."

A sense of satisfaction washed over her as if she had just completed a crucial task. Yet, unease lingered within her.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to shake her anxious thoughts. Her gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around her wrist. No one could stop her from marrying Joe tomorrow.

...

hadn't yet woken up when Gloria knocked

to have breakfast and

up at this time. She had probably fallen asleep around three or four in the morning. When she saw that it was already 8:00 am, she quickly got out of bed and opened the door. "Grandma, I'm going to

stayed up late the night before. They couldn't afford to waste any

reporter had reported that Skylar was a mistress, and now everyone was flooding the

Rosa from getting married. Everyone needed to know that the so-called Ned was actually

...

minutes later, on the way,

was the third

They will work quickly to quell these rumors. Soon, there will be news confirming that Ned is Joe, and we'll announce your marriage to Joe." "Grandma, I'm fine," Skylar said, brushing off the news. The opinions and insults

thought and

said, "I know you are a strong person. You've been through so much over the years. These things won't hurt you, but

I'm here, I'll do everything in my power to protect you. Even if my grandson, Joe, were