Richest Mogul

Jeffrey wasn’t feeling much better than Maisy. His face turned sour. 

“Skylar, did you say something to Mr. Ziegler to make him and Mr. Martin vilify the Williams Group? Why else would Mr. Martin be so cold to us?” Maisy’s eyes glinted with resentment as she angrily interrogated 

Skylar. 

“What’s your relationship with Mr. Ziegler?” Jeffrey questioned her with a frown. 

Facing the two of them, Skylar had nothing more to say. 

“Get out of the way.” She tried to leave, but Maisy blocked her path. 

Maisy was furious. “That’s enough, Skylar. Explain yourself to us now.” If she found out Skylar had slandered them to Paul, there would be hell to pay. 

“Skylar, explain yourself. Tell me about your relationship with Mr. Ziegler. I’m your dad. I need to know everything about you.” Jeffrey’s tone dripped with displeasure. 

Hearing Jeffrey call himself her dad, Skylar felt a sharp pang in her heart despite her cold demeanor. 

He was such a good dad–a good dad for Maisy. 

“When I called you Dad before, you never cared about me. Now that I disown you, you want to know everything about me? Mr. Williams, don’t be so pathetic. Move!” Skylar said coldly. 

Noticing the tension, the security guard nearby asked Skylar, “Ms. Sullivan, do you need our assistance?” 

“I’m her father. It’s none of your business!” Jeffrey roared at the clueless security guard. 

He didn’t dare ell at Joe, but he couldn’t tolerate insubordination from a mere security guard. Or he’d 

become a joke in Jipsburg. 

“My dad’s surname is Sullivan, You’re not my dad,” Skylar retorted with a smirk. 

Taking advantage of Jeffrey’s surprise, she pushed past him and Maisy and swiftly left. 

As she hurried along, an overwhelming sense of numbness surged through her limbs, bringing back 

memories of past experiences. 

How dare Jeffrey claim to be her dad? Was he even worthy to be called that? 

“Skye, stop!” 

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Jeffrey and Maisy commanded as they realized Skylar was leaving. 

Yet Skylar ignored them completely 

Before they could catch up, she had already gotten into her car and sped away, leaving them behind, 

“Dad, Skylar…” Maisy was filled with a mixture of hatred, anger, and frustration at the turn of events. 

Jeffrey’s expression mirrored Maisy’s feelings. 

“I’ll go back to the office. You go home first,” he said. 

“What about Skylar?” Maisy had a lot of questions and wanted to clear things up with Skylar. Did she really influence Joe’s impression of her? 

She was too slow to react earlier. If she had caught Skylar a little faster, she could’ve questioned her. 

Jeffrey frowned, feeling a headache coming. “Don’t worry about Skylar for now. It’s a good thing she’s with Mr. Ziegler. Let me sort out the company’s affairs, then I’ll call her back home and give her a proper lecture. You go home first.” 

“Okay,” Maisy reluctantly agreed. Still, she couldn’t shake off her dissatisfaction. 

As she left, she sent a text to Christopher. 

“I know why Skylar broke up with you. She has a sugar daddy now, the assistant to the CEO of Martin Group.”