Fell Into His Love Trap novel Chapter 437

Impatiently, Largo threatened Avery, “I have no objection if you want to drag me down with you. I don’t care if you’re the heir to a company. I’ll see to it that you’ll never be able to set foot in the entertainment industry ever again. If you think you can take me on, then go ahead. I’m warning you. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Avery looked at Largo fearfully. He towered over her and the cruel expression on his face made his features nearly unrecognizable. He was a complete stranger from the man who held her so tenderly the night before.

Avery broke down, shuddering sobs racking her body. However, Largo just watched her, entirely unmoved. He truly regretted having gotten himself into this mess.

On the bright side, Largo was rather amused with Skylar as she had helped to resolve one of Largo’s headaches. At least, she had gotten rid of Avery for him. That was all thanks to Avery’s stupidity.

There weren’t many scenes for Skylar to shoot that day. While being attached to the harness, Skylar noticed that Daniel was nowhere to be seen and asked the props manager about him.

He scratched his head, then replied thoughtfully, “Since the accident, Daniel handed in his notice of resignation even without the director requesting for it. I think he would have joined another filming crew. If I were him, I wouldn’t dare to show my face around here either.”

Skylar had someone investigate Daniel’s bank accounts. He had received a staggering five hundred thousand from a private account under Hayden’s name.

It confirmed Skylar’s suspicions that her fall had not been purely accidental but the work of an evil machination.

She guessed that Daniel had left the filming crew out of fear that his malicious act would be revealed. He must have fled as soon as he could and as far away as possible.

The harness had left abrasions on Skylar’s delicate skin even through her clothing. After the filming was done, Skylar realized that a blister had formed on her shoulder from the constant rubbing.

By the time Skylar returned to the hotel, she had almost popped it from the scratching almost every other minute.

Tobias was seated comfortably in a chair when she entered the room. Propping his chin up lazily with an arm, he greeted Skylar, asking, “What were you up to this afternoon?”

“I was filming. What else would I be doing? What about you?” Skylar retorted.