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 could this

Martin? Does that mean she overheard everything we just said? What if she tells Mr. Martin and then..." Trina's words trailed off in pure panic, as

Conversations like these were

remarks about trying to catch Joe's attention would be overheard by none other than his

just

spiraled. She felt dizzy, her mind an utter mess. "We weren't

the looming possibility of Skylar telling Joe. If he found out, Priscilla's job

already been fodder for office gossip. Now, if she lost her job as well, Priscilla knew it would be nearly impossible to find

could offer the same lucrative salary and benefits that she had

we do? Maybe we could talk to her? Explain that those were just casual conversations between us; we

obvious. there's more to it. If I say we're hot trying to seduce Mr. Martin, she probably won't buy it that

it? How did

and see if she