My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1317

If Joe decided to investigate thoroughly, it wouldn't take long for him to uncover the truth. The mere thought of that moment sent a cold shiver down Rosa's spine, filling her with a sense of helplessness and panic. It felt as though everything she had painstakingly built was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Skylar watched as Rosa struggled to maintain her composure and spoke in a measured tone, "Ms. Reese, remember that you're just a guest invited by the Neals too. You don't have the authority to send me away. Besides, what exactly are you so afraid of?"

Rosa's face twisted with anger. "You!"

Just as she reached for Joe's hand, hoping for some reassurance, she caught sight of the doubt that had begun to flicker in Joe's eyes as he looked at her. Her face instantly went pale.

Skylar then turned to Joe, whose expression was unreadable, and added, "Joe, if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me later. I'll take my leave now."

This time, she didn't call him "Mr. Sowle." He was Joe, not Ned or Mr. Sowle.

Hearing Joe's name, Rosa's eyes widened. "Ned has never been Joe! Skylar, why do you always mistake Ned for Joe? Enough of these baseless insinuations that only serve to stir misunderstandings—or worse, create discomfort for everyone involved!

"Can you stop being so obsessed? I've looked into the Joe you mentioned. He's been dead for years and has no connection to Ned. What do I have to say for you to finally believe me?"

Then, she turned to Joe and said, "Ned, tell her to stop bothering you. You're not Joe, you're Ned!"

Joe's face darkened, which only unsettled Rosa further. The longer he remained silent, the more it confirmed her worst fears—he was starting to believe Skylar's words. Anxiety surged through her, leaving her light-headed.

Skylar gave them both a slight nod and then left the orchard without another word. Watching her carefree departure, Rosa's eyes filled with envy. "Ned, why didn't you just tell her straight? She's obviously trying to use the fact that you look like Joe to get close to you.

"Who knows if she's part of some scheme? Don't tell me you're into her type—that you'd leave me for her."