Richest Mogul

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“I’m busy.” Joe’s impression of Jeffrey wasn’t good to begin with. Seeing him about to strike Skylar further 

worsened it. 

He had promised Skylar no special treatment for the Williams family and no working with them. He should adhere to them, as per their agreement. 

“Mr. Williams, please go to the commerce department. Mr. Martin is busy. Let us through.” Paul’s expression wasn’t welcoming. 

Jeffrey’s face darkened. Noticing Joe’s firm attitude, he frowned and said, “Just five minutes. I only need 

five minutes from you, Mr. Martin.” 

Skylar found it ironic to see Jeffrey unable to speak up against Joe and forced to behave submissively. 

Another man who was only domineering within his comfort zone. 

“We don’t even have a minute, Mr. Williams, Paul stated firmly. 

Paul’s reluctance further darkened Jeffrey’s expression. 

When Joe left, he glanced at Skylar again. Seeing the disdain in her eyes made him feel a strange mix of 

emotions. 

Perhaps he was unfamiliar with the feeling of being disregarded by one’s closest kin. 

“Let’s go,” he said to Paul. 

Paul immediately followed Joe. 

“W–Wait a mo.nent.” Maisy stopped Joe. She had to do something. Finally, she had a chance to meet Joe. 

She couldn’t let it slip away. 

Joe frowned as he was abruptly halted. His air of aloofness became even more pronounced. 

Maisy’s heart pounded. “Could you… spare me a few minutes? Let’s give both of us a chance.” 

“Maisy!” Jeffrey was shocked. Why was Maisy suddenly so daring as to stop Joe? NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Dad, we’ve been making a lot of efforts to work with Martin Group. Everyone in the company has been working overtime for so long. Now, we’re suddenly told the collaboration is canceled. Shouldn’t we at least know why?” Maisy looked genuinely concerned for Jeffrey. 

She then turned to look at Joe tearfully. “Mr. Martin, please give us a reason. If we’ve done something 

wrong, we can correct it.” 

Anyone would feel sympathetic toward a beautiful and sensible lady who was a good daughter, right? 

Skylar nervously watched Joe. Would he feel for Maisy like those in the Williams family? 

“Maisy…” Jeffrey felt a twinge of pity. 

With tears glistening on her carefully made–up face, Maisy pleaded, “I know this request is sudden, but I’m genuinely worried about my dad, so… please forgive me, Mr. Martin.” 

When Skylar saw Joe stop in his tracks and look at Maisy, her face turned even paler. 

No matter when, Maisy could always make a man halt in his tracks. 

“Paul, call security,” Joe ordered coldly. 

Paul reacted swiftly and called the nearby security guard. “The company pays your bills, not for you to stand around. Can’t you see that someone intends to harass Mr. Martin?” 

The four security guards in front of the door turned pale with fear and quickly rushed over. They blocked Jeffrey and Maisy and even tried to restrain Skylar. 

Paul 

was shocked, “Ms. Sullivan isn’t with them!” 

“S–Sorry, Ms. Sullivan,” the security guards apologized to Skylar in a hurry. 

Skylar was surprised by Joe’s decisive departure. He didn’t believe Maisy or sympathize with her. 

Maisy stared in disbelief and embarrassment. Her trick always worked. Why didn’t it work with Joe? “Dad…” She looked at Jeffrey, at a loss.