Richest Mogul

Skylar couldn't sleep. She opened the curtains. The sky was still dark, but the rain had stopped.

She had checked the weather forecast last night. It predicted more rain today.

As long as it wasn't a storm or severe condition, the flights shouldn't be affected. Thinking of this, she chuckled softly to herself. She was already missing Joe.

He hadn't been away for long. There had been plenty of business trips like this. Maybe it was the gloomy weather, the constant rain, and the lack of sunlight that were messing with her emotions.

She reached for a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a sip. The coolness grounded her, waking her up even more.

Her mind lingered on a dream from the night before. In it, she and Joe were arguing, both consumed by suspicion due to a misunderstanding.

Dreams like that were rare but unsettling. Once they appeared, they clung to her, leaving her uneasy. Life had been so peaceful and happy these past few years that a dream like this felt more like a warning.

She shook her head, chuckling softly. Work was a better distraction. Muriel had sent her a few design drafts and needed her feedback, but she had been too busy to take a proper look.

Now seemed like a good time.

...

At the airport, everything seemed to be running smoothly.

City were all on schedule. When Paul rebooked their ticket

the weather in Jipsburg had improved compared to

wait for boarding.

recognized a

and turned to Joe.

thought, "Could it really be

A young woman, her eyes red

Elsie Shepard. She

the summer as Mr. Rowe's secretary." Paul had only recently asked someone

nature of Elsie's

no solid conclusions had come

into her in the hotel elevator. And

was nowhere to

flickered slightly, his expression remaining calm and detached.

himself. Given the current situation, he decided it was

led him to conclusions that weren't always accurate. Still, despite himself,

already

her head down.

she wasn't playing on her phone