“Isn’t your father a rich man? Why didn’t he look after this daughter?” Largo asked.
With that, Avery noticed how Largo was unusually interested in anything related to Skylar.
“He did,” She told him. “Until he gave up. After letting her into our home, she always brought strangers over every two to three days. Who could handle this sort of disrespect?”
However, Largo was a little disappointed, as Skylar seemed to have become more reserved. Otherwise, she would not have ignored his invitation to come over to his room. If it was a few years back, would it be Skylar laying in bed with me right now instead of Avery? Too bad she’s famous now and has to be cautious about what she does.
Back at Skylar’s room, she opened up the now cold braised chicken rice and handed the spoon to Tobias. “Eat up for now. I’ll treat you to something good tomorrow. I have money now.”
Skylar felt delighted as she knew she would receive a large sum of money once the filming concluded. It would be enough for her to invest and snowball her wealth.
She wanted to buy a small house of her own.
Meanwhile, Tobias kept quiet, not wanting to burst her bubble.
Right before he took the spoon from Skylar, there were knocking on the door, catching her off guard. She panicked as there were the police at the door.
“Do you want to hide first?”
“Am I that unsightly? Why do I need to hide?” Tobias gave Skylar a cold stare.
“The crew has a lot of people in it. Most importantly, they can’t keep their mouths shut.” Skylar replied in a whisper. “If they found out about you and me, the news will spread for sure. Aren’t you the one who wants to keep our relationship a secret? You don’t want paparazzi bothering you, right?”
With that, Tobias let out a sigh and put down his spoon. He then went into the washroom and pulled the curtains over him.
The design of the room was rather strange as the washroom was beside the bed, and the walls were all tempered glass. Hence, Tobias would still be visible from the outside if he did not pull the curtains.
After that, Skylar opened the door to see Cassidy, who was crying throughout the day, and her manager, Sandra. Sandra had one arm on her waist, looking exceedingly intimidating.
“Ms. Jones, Cassidy is not in the right headspace now. And it’s all because of you calling her crazy on the internet. I know you’re signed under Royal Entertainment and have Kate behind your back supporting you. But don’t you go thinking that you can bully our artists.”
Sandra was very aggressive with the way she spoke, but Skylar could do nothing but stay quiet. After all, she was the one at fault.
“Maybe I can go on Twitter and say that I’m crazy as well? That way, I can atone for my slander towards Ms. Gardner. Will you be okay with that?” She backed down.
“I know you don’t like me. But as a public figure, how could you mock me like that? I cannot accept this humiliation. What have I ever done to you? Why do you treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid of going to hell?” Cassidy was still crying.
Skylar raised her head slightly. Isn’t she going a little overboard with this? Is hell that easy to get in?
“I wasn’t a public figure back then.” She pursed her lips. “And I have already apologized. If you can’t accept it, then tell me a better way to resolve this situation. I’ll do my best to comply.”
“I want you to apologize,” Sandra was extremely rude. “Not just verbally. I want you to live-stream your apology and bow to her, admitting your wrong-doings.”
