Richest Mogul

Joe’s expression was slightly tense, as though he was about to say something that made him 

uncomfortable. 

Skylar wasn’t in a rush to get out of the car since they had already arrived at Galaxy Villa. So, she waited 

in silence for Joe to speak. 

“I wasn’t thorough when looking into today’s matters and misunderstood you, I’m sorry.” Joe’s naturally cold tone felt jarringly unsuited for apologies. 

Skylar was upset that Joe had misunderstood her and thought that she was still in a messy relationship with Christopher. However, her anger diminished once she heard his apology. 

She replied, “It’s okay. We can still request to begin the divorce procedure tomorrow at the courthouse. We’ll receive our official divorce decree after the mandatory cooling–off period. 

“Even if we’re divorced, we can keep our pretense in front of Grandma. I’ll continue to take care of her 

regularly.” 

Skylar believed she could think of a solution that gave the best of both worlds for the situation. 

Joe frowned. “Grandma will know immediately after we file for divorce at the courthouse. So, let’s stick 

with the agreement and only divorce after three years.” 

Skylar blinked and cocked a brow at Joe. 

She asked mockingly, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll end up coveting you and Martin Group? What if you accidentally fall deeply in love with me? What will we do if you only want to be with me and refuse to get 

a divorce by then?” 

Did Joe seriously think she was an easygoing person without a temper? Although she had accepted his apology, it didn’t mean he could just end the agreement or continue it as he pleased. 

Did he think she couldn’t tell he was wary a thief? Was he that afraid of her potentially 

of her, like she was 

stealing his heart? 

Joe’s charming face creased awkwardly. “Me falling for you is impossible. Don’t worry. You’ll get your 10 

million dollars–not a cent less–on the day our agreement ends.” 

Skylar shrugged. “I’ll let this slide for Grandma’s sake. That said, I will end the agreement right away if you 

slander me over a photo without finding out the truth again.” 

Joe’s expression darkened. “Sure.” 

After ending that discussion, two got out of the car and headed into the villa, one after the other. 

Skylar was a little hungry since she hadn’t bothered eating dinner earlier. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

So, she went into the kitchen while politely asking Joe, “I’m going to make dinner since I’m hungry. Do you 

want me to make some for 

you too?” 

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Joe froze halfway up the stairs. His dark gaze snapped toward Skylar, whose eyes locked with his in surprise. Joe speedily looked away as he responded, “Sure, I’ll have some dinner. Thanks.” 

“Be downstairs in half an hour, then.” Skylar took her eyes off him and secretly sighed in her heart because of Joe’s insanely good looks. 

He gave off an air of superiority while being the attractive but unapproachable type. Moreover, he was 

decisive when making big decisions in the business industry. So, he had the domineering and stern presence of an influential businessman, 

In short, he was the type of man most women liked. 

Alas, Skylar found him a tad too egotistical. She mentally complained about him but didn’t let it distract her from digging through the fridge for ingredients. 

She eventually found some tomatoes, chicken broth, simple seasoning ingredients, and cheese. There wasn’t any handmade or pre–packed pasta, but she did find some bread. 

Skylar decided to make tomato soup with croutons in it. Drinking some warm soup at this hour could soothe their stomachs and wouldn’t cause any gastric issues. 

She had watched Janine cook since she had been a child and had often helped Janine from the side. 

Now that she was older, she had seen enough and naturally knew how to cook. Her cooking skills were 

also almost as good as Janine’s. 

Half an hour later, Joe came downstairs and caught a whiff of a tantalizing aroma. 

He went to the kitchen, where he saw Skylar scooping two bowls of soup from a pot with some lumps 

inside. That confused him. 

Joe could’ve sworn he’d seen the food she’d made several days ago, and it had looked delicious. He wondered if Skylar had overcooked the noodles, causing them to break and become lumpy in the soup 

now. 

“There’s another bowl for you. If it’s not enough, you can get more from the pot,” Skylar kindly y said when she saw him looking at the bowls in a daze. 

“Did you overcook the noodles until they were lumpy?” Joe voiced the question in his heart.