Skylar couldn’t stand having Marcus speak ill of Tobias even if everything he said was true. “He’s a great man, okay? I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to talk about your brother like that!”
Marcus chuckled. “Since when has he ever treated me like family? He only cares about Sheldon. Ingrid and I are as good as strangers to him!”
Skylar didn’t want to comment much on Tobias’ family matters, especially since he rarely told her anything about it.
A faint smile formed on Marcus’ face as he saw Skylar off. She seems like a really nice girl… It’s a shame she chose to be with Tobias. Nothing good ever comes out of dating him, after all.
Having received multiple calls from Ingrid asking to see him, Marcus let out a helpless sigh as he drove toward Sky Bar according to the address she sent him.
Ingrid was the owner of the bar which had just opened recently. Marcus never saw her as a suitable businessperson to begin with, and the bar’s horrible location as well as lack of customer flow proved him right. On top of that, Ingrid had also messed up the bar’s renovation and promotional activities.
Due to the lack of customers, the bar was losing more money than it was making with each passing day.
However, Marcus turned a blind eye to it as it was their dad’s idea to have Ingrid manage a business. That way, she would be less likely to go around causing trouble everywhere.
Marcus went up the stairs to the second floor of the bar and saw Ingrid sitting in a private room with her friends. In front of them stood a row of male escorts dressed in tight business suits and performing an erotic dance.
Having gotten used to Ingrid’s peculiar kinks, Marcus was not surprised by the sight before him as he entered the room.
Ingrid then motioned for everyone inside the room to leave before calling out to Marcus, “Hello, brother dearest!”
“Why did you keep calling me?” Marcus asked as he sat down beside her and stared at her face flushed from intoxication.
Ingrid frowned as she filled her glass up and said, “Dad will be arriving at the airport tomorrow afternoon. I bet he’s going to scold me for causing trouble again…”
“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before doing anything crazy, eh? Anyway, where is that boy toy of yours? Why didn’t you invite him over?” Marcus snarked at her.
“I had him stay home tonight. Say, do you think Dad will approve of me marrying Harry? Will you please help me talk to him about it?”
Marcus made no attempt to sugarcoat things and said, “I think you should forget about it. Given Harry’s family background and Dad’s ego, there’s no way he’d approve of this marriage.”
Ingrid clenched her teeth and stamped her feet in frustration.
It was almost midnight by the time Skylar got home. Although she was starving like crazy from walking back in the icy-cold weather, she didn’t expect to have a hot meal waiting for her either.
Even Madelyn’s attitude was a little colder than usual when she greeted Skylar at the door, “Have you eaten? Mr. Ford is upstairs.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m tired, so I’m going to get some rest upstairs,” Skylar said after giving it some thought.
Of course, she wouldn’t have any appetite for dinner when her man is upstairs… Madelyn thought to herself as she watched Skylar make her way upstairs.
Tobias stepped out of the shower when she came into the room. He had a towel around his waist, sitting right beneath his perfectly built abs.
“Why are you home so late?” he asked while placing a plate of snacks on the coffee table.
Skylar was surprised. “You made me supper?”
Tobias flashed her a smile in response. “You haven’t answered my question. Why are you home so late? Where have you been?”
