Richest Mogul

Chapter 1637

"I want to talk to Mr. Martin. Could you please give us some space to talk alone?" Elsie requested Skylar.

Skylar raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Joe threw a crumpled talisman paper at Elsie. "Who gave you this talisman?"

Elsie stared at the familiar talisman on the ground, her eyes widening.

"You... How could you crumple the talisman like this? This is a talisman that can help you recover your memories from your previous life! I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want you to continue being deceived by Skylar." No wonder she had waited all day yesterday and today and still hadn't seen him. It was because the talisman had been destroyed!

She glared angrily at Skylar. "It was you, wasn't it? You discovered the talisman and selfishly destroyed it to prevent Joe from realizing the truth! Skylar, do you know that you've ruined my life?"

"You've fallen too deep into the role. Have you ever considered that the extra memories you have are fragmented, like bits of text appearing in your mind?

"A negative item has influenced you. In other words, the person who gave you the talisman used you through the object," Skylar said, suddenly feeling pity for Elsie.

However, everyone deserving of pity had flaws that were hard to overlook.

After being targeted and used, Elsie was now stuck in the mire with no way out.

woman blocking her and the words she

it really a

illusions given to her by the object? But the emotions felt so

nothing more than fragments. She could

nothing beyond that-no vivid scenes of everyday life, like eating together at home or even bathing

by a massive stone, making

bit?" Elsie asked

over," Joe said, having called someone at

eyes widened

red with grievance. "How can you be so cold? Look at how pitiful I am. I have no idea where to go or

When you were my age, you weren't being treated unfairly as well? Can't you put yourself in my shoes?" Skylar had initially pitied Elsie,

If I were you, even if my family had nothing, as long as I am alive, I could work

chose

father chose

didn't resist

instead.

playing the victim makes you undeserving

"You're not me. If you were me, you'd have no other options either! What right do you have to criticize me? I'm