Richest Mogul

Chapter 1597

It was late, and the bedroom was silent. Only the sounds of steady breathing of the two people asleep could be heard.

Both were in a deep slumber.

But suddenly, Joe furrowed his brow. It was as if he was pulled into a nightmare at that moment.

In the dream, he and Skylar were locked in a fierce argument. The way they looked at each other was unfamiliar, filled with bitterness and hatred for one another's actions. The sheer intensity of the hatred shocked him.

"Stop arguing! This is just a dream! A dream that can't possibly exist! Don't let it control you!" he said to himself in the dream. However...

Both the dream versions of himself and Skylar turned to look at him. Their expressions and eyes were so unfamiliar, filled with an unknown coldness.

The strangeness of it all made Joe feel as if his chest were being squeezed tightly. The pain jolted him awake.

The dream felt too real. It was as if he was there in the dream.

The faces were so familiar, but the loathing they held for one another was crystal clear.

This nightmare was not new-he had experienced it sporadically over the years.

But each time, it felt slightly different, becoming sharper and more vivid. He could see more clearly the mutual resentment between him and Skylar.

enemies, locked in a grudge

drenched in sweat. His clothes

and silently made his way downstairs. Then, he took a bottle of water from the fridge and

liquid coursed down his throat, clearing his

like a shadow that refused to leave? His brows knitted tightly as he stood

...

in the same spot for an hour, but

her room, skipping dinner.

next morning, a knock came at

called from outside. Hearing her mother's voice, Elsie replied, "Mom, I'm not

Outside, her mother hesitated,

You've been working for Mr. Rowe for a while now. Is he treating you

but he just said Mr. Rowe wouldn't trouble his employees. Still... I just can't shake

just

assistant. It's

Don't worry

in a

all,"

Elsie explained.