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.

dream, they seemed like mortal enemies, locked in a grudge so deep that neither would rest

Joe drenched in sweat. His

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

down his throat,

years, like a shadow that refused to leave? His brows knitted tightly as

...

for an hour, but Joe never appeared. Disappointed, she finally

showered and locked herself in her room, skipping

a knock

made your favorite," her mother called from outside. Hearing

Outside, her mother hesitated,

working for Mr. Rowe for a while now. Is he treating

just said Mr. Rowe wouldn't trouble his employees.

I'm just working as

It's hard work,

Don't worry about

a

all,"

Elsie explained.