Humans were often driven by their flaws, but the Williamses seemed to have completely shed any semblance of conscience. Whenever a problem arose, instead of reflecting on their own actions, they immediately pointed fingers at others. Their egos were so large that they never saw beyond their own narrow view of the world.
Skylar couldn’t help but think how truly selfish they were.
Jeffrey and Sadie stood frozen, stunned by her words.
“That’s a horrible thing to say, Skye. You’ve never behaved like this before. How could you change so much in just a few days? Did someone say something to you that made you see us this way?” Sadie said, her voice laced with concern but tinged with disbelief.
“Your father and I have always loved you,” she continued, attempting to reach Skylar’s heart. “We just want the best for you. We don’t want to see you go down the wrong path. Like us, your brothers only want what’s best for you. How could you disregard their intentions?”
Sadie’s attempt to sound genuinely caring fell flat, and Skylar didn’t let herself be swayed by the false sincerity.
Jeffrey, now visibly displeased, added, “Your mother is right. We’re disappointed in you. We didn’t come here today because we want to interfere. We just don’t want people to gossip behind our backs. We’re concerned that others will think we’ve neglected you, and that would reflect badly on us.”
Skylar glanced at her watch. “You have three minutes.”
Sadie, growing impatient, snapped, “You aren’t even taking your responsibilities seriously. Going to work is just a way to make your résumé look good. It won’t matter if you’re a few minutes late! You’re not getting away with this, no matter how hard you try to avoid talking about it.”
Her words were sharp, and her expression was tinged with irritation. “We still don’t know whose mistress you’ve become, but you won’t be able to hide it from us for much longer. Before things get worse, you better tell us everything.”
As Sadie spoke, she glanced up at the office building, as though searching for some clue. “Your lover must be the one who helped you get into Gardner Group, right? Who is he?”
Skylar kept her face neutral, not allowing them the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. She understood their thinking all too well. They had likely discussed the matter thoroughly between themselves. It made sense that they thought someone must have helped her get the job, someone influential who could smooth the way for her.
But their assumptions were misguided.
Jeffrey continued with feigned concern, “You must have someone helping you. How could you possibly have made it into Mr. Gardner Senior’s team without assistance? Skye, when did you learn to lie so well?”
He couldn’t wrap his mind around how someone from her background, someone he thought of as inferior, could have achieved such a thing without help. His words were dismissive, and his tone implied that he thought she wasn’t capable on her own.
Skylar’s voice was cold and clear as she responded, “I don’t have a sugar daddy.”
How low did they think of her to believe she needed someone else’s help to get ahead at Gardner Group? Had they ever bothered to check the recruitment standards for the company? Or had they simply never bothered to think for themselves?
Sadie’s frown deepened. “How could that be? How could you have gotten into Mr. Gardner Senior’s team without someone’s help? Skye, stop lying!”
Her disbelief was palpable. She couldn’t fathom that Skylar, who had grown up in the countryside, could achieve something on her own, without leaning on someone else.
Skylar remained unfazed. “That’s not important. I’ll let you believe whatever you want about how I got the job. But right now, I only have one thing to ask of you. Let’s meet your sugar—no, I mean, your boyfriend.”
Jeffrey’s face twisted into a frown, and his eyes narrowed. He had no doubt that Skylar had a man behind her success. “When can we meet him?”
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