Richest Mogul

Chapter 1684

Skylar heard Natalie respond in a noticeably cold tone. "Oh, mistaking someone is understandable," she replied curtly.

Lorelei, on the other end, seemed unfazed, continuing with an almost gossipy enthusiasm. "It's just that this person was seen entering a hotel with Mr. Powell. Her clothing style, even her hairstyle, looked almost exactly like yours. I even went up and greeted her as Mrs. Powell. It was so embarrassing!"

Her words, especially certain phrases, were enough to make anyone frown. Natalie was silent for a few seconds.

Skylar frowned when she heard that. Stopping at a red light, she lightly stepped on the brake and glanced at her phone.

"Quite the coincidence," Natalie finally said.

Perhaps it was Natalie's indifferent attitude that made Lorelei, who had been eager to watch the drama unfold, lose interest. After awkwardly laughing a couple of times, she quickly wrapped up the conversation and said goodbye.

Natalie paused briefly, her thoughts elsewhere, before switching back to a cheerful tone and chatting with Skylar again. "I just ran into an annoying person. I should've stayed home. The malls here aren't even that good." Skylar didn't probe further, only chuckling along. "Well, when you're back, we'll go shopping properly."

"Deal! I'll try to make a trip back next year." Natalie's tone brightened, full of longing for home. She missed it dearly.

but something was clearly off with Natalie. She ended the

asking. She knew Natalie would share if she wanted

Natalie was living in a foreign country, surrounded by people and experiences Skylar couldn't fully grasp. Asking too many questions would only

sat silently for a moment, staring at her phone with a distant expression. Her thoughts churned before she finally grabbed the new designer handbag she had just purchased and left the mall. Once she got into the

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conveniently close to the office, and they arrived

arrived at Austin's company, the employees immediately recognized her. After

wasn't particularly interested in the details of his work. Their

children and similar hobbies, their private conversations were more often about parenting

something at home,

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on him. As far as she was concerned if a

to check on Austin but to identify the person who had been stirring up trouble.

with a respectful "Mrs. Powell" as she

Knowing exactly where Austin's

doors began to close, she overheard someone murmuring, "Diana does look just