Richest Mogul

Chapter 1712

Hearing Vivian call out to her, Skylar stood up. As she walked toward the children's play areas, she glanced back at Priscilla and Trina, who were still

chattering away.

The two women's expressions shifted drastically. Their faces paled as their gazes darted between Joe, Vivian, and Skylar.

It was the kind of sinking feeling that drained the color from their faces.

"Mrs. Martin?" Priscilla's voice trembled as if she was in a daze.

Skylar's eyes briefly swept over them before she turned toward the children's play area. Though her demeanor remained composed, Priscilla and Trina were anything but calm.

The two women swallowed nervously, their gazes snapping away from Skylar. They turned to look at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief and panic.

"How

just said? What if she tells Mr. Martin and then..." Trina's words trailed off in pure panic, as if she couldn't even bear to finish the

an unexpected turn. Conversations like these were just lighthearted banter between friends-harmless musings fueled by fleeting fantasies and a touch of greed. They weren't

expect that their casual remarks about trying to catch Joe's attention would be overheard by none

just embarrassing-it

dizzy, her

Joe. If he found out,

role as his assistant had already been fodder for office gossip. Now, if she lost her job as well, Priscilla knew it would be nearly impossible to find another opportunity in the industry. The damage to her reputation

that, no other company could offer the same lucrative salary and benefits

casual conversations between us; we never intended to try to flirt with Mr. Martin," Trina

said... it's obvious. there's more to it. If I say

it? How did we end

it might split, her body going numb. "Let's wait and see if she comes back to rest later. If she does, I'll try to find a chance to