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

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

a weekend getaway meant to be relaxing would take such an unexpected turn. Conversations like these were just lighthearted banter between friends-harmless musings fueled by fleeting

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

just

went pale as her thoughts spiraled. She felt dizzy, her mind an utter

was the looming possibility of Skylar telling Joe.

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

offer the same lucrative salary and benefits that

those were just casual conversations between us; we never intended to try to flirt with Mr.

everything we said... it's obvious. there's more to it. If I say we're hot trying to seduce Mr. Martin,

terrible, isn't it? How did we

numb. "Let's wait and see if she comes back to rest later. If she does, I'll try to find a