My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 715

Chapter 715 

Joe’s expression remained unchanged. 

When Gloria entered, the lingering scent of smoke greeted her. She was about to reprimand Joe, but seeing him on the phone with Skylar, she held her tongue. 

After a brief conversation, Joe ended the call and turned to find Gloria glaring 

at him. 

“Skye is injured because of you, and now she’s alone at home recovering. Can’t you spend a little more time with her? Aren’t you worried she might resent you and leave one day?” Gloria was genuinely concerned. 

She believed anyone who met Skylar would be charmed by her, especially given her stunning appearance. Even those who didn’t know her could easily be drawn in by her looks alone. Joe really was a constant source of worry. 

Joe smirked slightly. “No one would dare covet my wife.” 

“Don’t be so sure. You need to be more careful,” Gloria retorted with a huff. 

She had once thought confidence was always a good thing, but now she realized that too much could border on arrogance. 

Gloria straightened her expression and adjusted her demeanor. She added, Let’s go. People are waiting downstairs Something feels off this time, so be 

cautious.” 

Joe nodded solemnly. “Alright.” 

Skylar slipped her phone back into her bag and headed toward the parking lot. 

When she arrived in the afternoon, she parked near the museum because the library’s parking lot had no spaces. She had to walk through an underground passage to reach her car. 

As she approached her car, someone blocked her path. A hand with perfectly manicured nails rested on the car door handle. “Is this the car he gave you?” 

The woman looked to be in her late 20s. She had pale skin, a delicate oval face, and striking eyes that exuded elegance. 

Her demeanor radiated a natural nobility When she looked at Skylar, her gaze was scrutinizing, as if from a position of superiority. 

The tone of her question made it clear she knew Joe. Skylar’s expression remained cool and indifferent. “Please move.” 

Vera Ruell’s face darkened instantly. “I know Joe. This car was a gift from me to him years ago. I didn’t expect he would pass it on to you.” 

Earlier, she thought she might have been mistaken. But as she approached and saw the license plate, she realized she hadn’t been. 

She had come to the museum to donate a few artifacts and didn’t expect to run into the woman Joe was keeping. 

Over the years, Joe hadn’t been surrounded by many women. Those who tried to get close never fared well. But recently, rumors had reached her while she was abroad.