Richest Mogul

Chapter 1773

To Thelma's surprise, when she met Skylar today, she was unexpectedly

approachable, smiling as soon as she got into the car.

"This is a cashmere scarf I knitted myself. I hope you like it," Thelma said, handing it over.

Knitting had been one of her hobbies since childhood-gloves, hats, scarves, and clothes. Nowadays, when anxiety struck and she couldn't calm her mind, knitting scarves for herself was her way of finding peace.

Skylar was pleasantly surprised. "You're talented. A handmade scarf feels so much more personal. I love it."

"I knew you'd like it. I have one too," Charles said proudly, his eyes gleaming with a touch of boastfulness, his tone dripping with pride.

Thelma sighed with relief.

The journey was long, taking several hours. Over time, Skylar and Thelma got more comfortable with each other.

but after hearing Charles mention the possibility of negative forces being involved, she realized just how strange some

solely on helping her grandmother, Maia Blair, and her brother, Calvert Johnston, never

human-made. You should really think about

mind beginning to turn over

faded with time. They had always been humble, hardworking people who led simple lives without ever causing trouble. It seemed unlikely they had enemies who would go

encountered all kinds of people and situations. Sometimes,

she wondered how it related

four-hour drive passed quickly, and soon, they arrived at Liberty

car, Charles quickly pulled a mask over his face to conceal his

the same, both of them

faintly, her lips curling

people recognized him. Meanwhile, Thelma had grown up in Liberty County, her neighbors would

distinctions between

is it. It may be messy inside. The complex hasn't had property management for years. When Grandma lived here, she used