Christopher stared at Skylar in shock. “You… Are you serious?”
He was confused, unsure if what Maisy had told him was true. Skylar didn’t seem like a mistress. Just yesterday, she had slapped him, and now she was threatening to sue him. Her behavior was completely out of character.
Looking at her now, he realized she seemed like a stranger. The Skylar he once knew would have believed anything he said, no questions asked. He had always been confident that, even if she caught him in a compromising situation, he could explain his way out of it. But now… now it was different.
“Why are you still pestering me after we’ve broken up?” Skylar asked, her voice cold. “I don’t think you want me back. You just want my money, don’t you? Save your breath, Christopher. I’ll give you credit for how you managed to scam me out of so much in the past.”
She leaned in, her eyes narrowing. “But if you try anything like that again, I’ll make sure you rot in prison.”
The group of ex-classmates who had been helping Christopher quickly grew nervous at Skylar’s words. The idea of facing a lawsuit was enough to send them scattering. They knew that the surveillance cameras were recording everything, and the thought of being dragged into a legal mess sent them running.
Within moments, they had all silently slipped away. The few onlookers who had been watching felt the pressure from Steven’s intense gaze and decided it was best to stop meddling in the situation.
Soon, Christopher was left standing alone, his face clouded with regret. He had underestimated Skylar’s resolve.
“Skylar, trust me,” he said, his voice tinged with desperation. “I’ll treat you well in the future. I’ll never hurt you again. It doesn’t make sense for you not to give me another chance.”
But Skylar remained unmoved. His pleas fell on deaf ears.
Steven pulled out his phone, his voice icy as he spoke. “Say one more word, and I’ll call the police right now.”
Skylar shot him a look, her expression wry. “Call the police, Steven. He harassed me yesterday, and now he’s bothering you. Who knows what he’ll try next? The police should give him a lesson he won’t forget.”
Christopher’s face paled at the thought, his earlier bravado evaporating. “Skylar, are you sure you won’t regret this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Regret? My foot!” Steven muttered angrily, unable to understand how Christopher had no sense of shame.
Skylar remained silent, her gaze cold.
Christopher gritted his teeth, trying another tactic. “There are too many misunderstandings between us now. My mother is about to have surgery, and after that, we really should sit down and talk.”
His voice was laced with fake sincerity as he continued, “I don’t want our relationship to end on bad terms. I’m sorry for causing you trouble today. Let me treat you to dinner as an apology.”
“There’s no need for dinner or apologies. Just leave,” Steven interjected, his tone dismissive. He had seen enough of Christopher’s manipulations to know that nothing he said had any real value. The man was a master of deception—capable of being both shameless and sincere when it suited him.
Christopher was a scumbag, through and through.
Steven turned to Skylar, his concern clear in his voice. “Everything he says is just nonsense. Don’t believe a word of it. Once he gets what he wants, he’ll betray you again. That’s just who he is.”
Skylar smiled at him, a reassuring glint in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Steven. I’m already married. How could I still have lingering feelings for him? He’s not worth it.”
Steven sighed in relief. “That’s good to hear.”
Meanwhile, across town, Joe entered the hotel with long strides, followed closely by Paul. They had just finished their work for the day and were preparing to head back to Jipsburg early the next morning.
But as they entered the lobby, a voice pierced the air, high-pitched and sweet—so cloying it made the hairs on the back of Joe’s neck stand up.
“Mr. Martin!” the voice called, dripping with false sweetness.
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