Richest Mogul

Chapter 1503

"You're mistaken. Mr. Martin is not Ned," Paul said, his voice tinged with exasperation.

If Rosa had been deceived, she should have been looking for the person who had tricked her, not coming to Joe. After all the times she had persistently bothered him, Paul wondered if she still didn't understand the situation. Her body trembled, a flush of embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she bit her lip in an attempt to explain herself. "I'm just used to calling him that. I know who he is. I just couldn't change it in the heat of the moment."

She had already been through so much, yet Paul seemed oblivious to her pain. His cold, detached correction only deepened her sense of desperation.

Of course, she knew she shouldn't call him "Ned". But if she didn't, Joe wouldn't remember the three years they had spent together.

"Mr. Martin is very busy. Please don't bother him unless it's important," Paul said sharply.

It wasn't that he lacked empathy-it was just that Rosa had repeatedly harassed Joe.

The more she came, the more she showed a complete lack of self-awareness. If she had been scammed, she should retreat somewhere private, cry it out, reflect on why she was deceived, and figure out how to avoid making the same mistake in the future. Coming here like this was pointless.

could have returned home long before now. Even if he had lost his memory, all

things had gone differently, the real Ned might

Rosa's care for Joe during his time in the hospital that he had been so generous to her, giving her so much money. Money that wasn't even earned by herself, and yet she spent it so freely,

into the building. Rosa watched him walk away, his

it weigh on

and helpless, and watching me fall apart. What do you gain

that Paul wasn't a good person. He was

and deceived. She couldn't believe how

stood there, speechless

that. His lips twitched with irritation. "How does your helplessness and isolation concem me? Did

take responsibility for their choices You can't keep blaming others. No wonder you can't tell right from wrong. If you think Mr.

saying that, Paul quickly walked into the company building. Before entering, he exchanged a few words with the security guard, who then approached Rosa. Rosa's face drained of color. It was as if she had been slapped repeatedly, each strike leaving her body stinging