Tobias noticed the worry written on Skylar’s face. An unobtrusive smile appeared on his face as he said, “You’re the owner here. Give me your identity card later. I’ll transfer the ownership to your name.”
Skylar swallowed thickly. This gift is even more extravagant than a black card.
Shaking her head, she questioned, “Are you throwing your money at me?”
A trace of incredulity flashed across Tobias’ eyes. He furrowed his brows and deepened his voice. “Can’t I? Isn’t this every woman’s dream?”
When he relaxed his brows and seemed less unapproachable, Skylar reached out and took the keys from him. Then, thinking that this gift was nothing but a hot potato, she threw the keys back to him.
“It’s too expensive. I can’t take it. I’m afraid I might die from all the money being thrown at me.”
Turning back to the front, his signature cold expression slipped back into place. “Unlikely. You’d be stuffed to death at most.”
As they entered the villa, Skylar half-expected to see someone like Laura who was tasked to take care of the place, but she was only greeted by silence.
This villa wasn’t very big, but the decor was exquisite and screamed money. A winding mahogany staircase connected the floors, and there was an antique touch to the entire place, exuding a retro vibe. It looked like a beachside villa people often saw in movies.
Drawing in a long breath, she noticed two pairs of matching indoor slippers, one pink and one grey, neatly placed on the shoe rack. She gingerly changed into the slippers and stood in the living room with her eyes darting around the place.
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