Richest Mogul

Chapter 43



“I have dating experience, and I know that the calmer someone looks, the more miserable they feel deep down,” said Caleb. 

“I used to think youngsters make no sense whenever I heard you talk back then. But now it feels like 

you’re making a little sense. You’d better watch out these next few days and not bother Skye. You hear 

me?” Daniel stated. 

Caleb rolled his eyes at Daniel. “It’s trendy for women to date younger guys now. I happen to be the type of pretty boy that ladies older than me tend to like. Who knows? Maybe Skylar might fall for it right away.” 

“Get out of here!” 

Paul brought a phone and a packed document into Martin Group’s CEO’s office. “Mr. Martin. Have you checked your phone and seen Ms. Sullivan’s social media post?” 

Joe looked up, his frosty gaze settling on Paul. “It’s working hours now.” 

“Yes, I know, Mr. Martin. However, I’ve finally found out what the relationship between Ms. Sullivan and 

Christopher is. Also, you really should check out Ms. Sullivan’s post, Paul urged. 

He felt Joe’s fierce gaze was lethal enough to stab someone to death. Even he felt a slight jolt of fear 

upon seeing it. 

Joe picked up his phone, which he had set aside. He opened Instagram and began scrolling through his feed. His brows knitted into a deep V once he saw Skylar’s post. 

All the warmth vanished from his face, leaving behind a grim expression. 

“It seems Ms. Sullivan has really broken up with Christopher. The private Investigator discovered that she 

had gone to the police station, and she had also hired a lawyer. 

“Apparently, Christopher swindled some money from her. The police even went to Christopher’s 

workplace. 

“I doubt Ms. Sullivan’s latching onto her complicated relationship with him. It’s more like this Christopher guy’s a two–timing, greedy scumbag,” Paul analyzed the situation. 

He clicked on a screenshot from his chat with the private investigator. Then, he showed it to Joe. “Ms. 

Sullivan’s incredible. She immediately posted a statement on her social media to clarify the situation.” 

A frown marred Joe’s face again as he looked at the phrase “30th of the last month” on the phone screen. That was the day he and Skylar had registered their marriage. 

Paul was confounded when Joe didn’t respond. He asked, “Mr. Martin?” 

“Reorganize my schedule for today. I’m going to the hospital at 3:00 pm.” Joe tossed his phone aside again. It was as though he couldn’t care less about whether Skylar had broken up with Christopher. 

Paul couldn’t comprehend what Joe was thinking, so he scurried off to sort out Joe’s schedule. 

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While Skylar was paying close attention to restoring an antique, the Williams family had descended into 

chaos. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“What is the meaning of this, Maisy?” Sadie clutched her phone so hard that her fingers trembled. She couldn’t believe Maisy had been seeing Skylar’s boyfriend in secret. 

Kenny and his younger brothers, Samuel Williams and Peter Williams, happened to return to Williams Residence that day. They were the three Williams family sons, with Kenny being the oldest and Samuel being the youngest. 

The three had checked their social media on the way home. 

They had never cared much for their biological sister, Skylar. After all, they had grown up in a different household from her, so they weren’t close with her. 

In their hearts, Skylar would never matter as much to them as Maisy did. 

However, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be upset at Maisy after seeing what she had done. 

It was fortunate that Jeffrey had gone to Williams Group at this time. Otherwise, the atmosphere at home would have been worse. 

Maisy’s fingers wound tightly around her phone. She desperately wanted to rip Skylar’s hair out for calling her a bitch. 

Although she felt utterly enraged, she had no choice but to put on a pitiful act. 

With teary eyes, she said, “That’s photoshopped. Skylar did it on purpose to drag my reputation through. the mud!” 


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