Skylar fumbled for the light switch as she got home at dawn. The expensive furnishings did nothing to mask her loneliness in such a big and empty house.
Skylar would always take a shower and head to bed once she got home. As long as Tobias was not around, she would not enter his study.
However, she had been sleeping poorly for the past few days despite her exhaustion. She often lay awake on the bed for hours on end.
Skylar suspected that she was stressed out. Work, relationship, and friendship problems all played a role.
She entered the study and sat on Tobias’ chair. She began flipping through the neatly arranged documents on his desk.
She did not understand a thing—the documents were full of complicated jargon in both Ustranian and Chanaean. All the documents had Tobias’ signature on them.
Flipping to the bottom of the stack, she saw the words “Quest Group” on the last page.
The Quest Group was Thomas’ company. When he had first established it with his wife Irene, the industry was amazed at their decision to go into business together as a couple.
What they did not know was that Miranda had been the victim in Thomas and Irene’s seemingly perfect marriage.
Thomas needed the funds from Irene’s family to establish the Quest Group.
Even if Miranda had given birth to a male heir, their marriage was bound for ruin. She could not keep up with the grandeur of Thomas’ ambitions.
Skylar realized right then that the Ford Group had plans to acquire the Quest Group.
She had never been one to pry into Tobias’ business affairs.
This time, though, she pulled out her phone and took a picture of the document. She wanted to ask Tobias if his decision to buy over the Quest Group had anything to do with her.
In Skylar’s eyes, the Quest Group was on a decline. If it were not for special reasons, Tobias would never have considered acquiring the company.
Skylar moved everything on his desk back to its original place.
She switched on the computer and browsed its contents. The clicking noises from her mouse were jarring against the silence of the room.
She did not learn anything interesting from her digging. The only games on the computer were minesweeper and solitaire.
Even the games are as bland as his character.
It seemed like the documents in Tobias’ study did the trick. She fell into a deep sleep once her head hit the pillow.
Dimly, she thought she heard her phone ring. The ringing grew louder just as she was about to dismiss it as a dream.
She fumbled for her phone with her eyes still closed. Upset at the disturbance, she answered angrily, “Who are you? Why are you calling in the middle of the night? I don’t want a loan or any expensive liquor deals. I’m not looking for a house either.”
Skylar thought it was a spam call from some insistent salesperson.
“Skylar, are you home? I’ve nowhere to go. Could I stay the night at your place?”
Skylar became wide awake at the sound of Penelope’s voice. Her anger dissipated immediately. She finally reappeared. Skylar had forgotten how many times she had called Penelope to track her down.
She sent Penelope her address before pulling on a pair of fluffy, white slippers and a thick coat. Yawning, she went to open the front door. The temperature outside was much colder than she had expected.
She shivered as she waited for Penelope to arrive.
Half an hour later, Penelope showed up in a cab. She exclaimed loudly when she saw Skylar, “You live here? A single square foot in this area is worth five digits! Are you really so well-paid for starring in dramas?”
Skylar deadpanned, “This isn’t my house. I’m not that rich.”
Penelope took a turn around the house and confirmed that Skylar was living with a man. She had spied a razor in the restroom.
