Given the choice, Skylar wouldn't see him.
"Give me three minutes. I'll leave after saying my piece," she said, putting on a bold face.
Is she playing hard to get? I've seen many women like her. Tobias glanced at his watch. "You have two minutes and fifty seconds left."
"I-I can't talk when there are so many people here," Skylar said, scanning the surroundings. "Could you at least ask them to leave for a short while?"
"How demanding." Tobias dispersed the crowd with a wave of his hand. Then lifting his wrist again, he said curtly, "Thirty seconds."
"The check you gave me was real. I've been cheated, and I can't just let this slide. Only you can prove that the check doesn’t belong to him. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Skylar explained vaguely in one breath.
"Are you done?" Tobias asked flatly.
Skylar nodded. "That's roughly what I'm trying to say in thirty seconds. How about you give me a little more time?"
Tobias lit a cigarette. "So, you're trying to get me to retrieve the check for you?"
Skylar nodded again, earnestly this time. As expected of the comprehensive ability of a businessman.
"I am not obliged to help you, nor am I interested to do so. Business is all about making an equivalent exchange. So... what can you offer if I were to help you?"
Hearing his reply, Skylar's last piece of hope was shattered in an instant.
Like her mood, the sky was dark, looking as if it were about to rain.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Ford. Just pretend that I was never here," she said while biting her lips. "I don't think I have anything to offer you."
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