In a Love Nest with the Aloof CEO

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Like a dog with a bone, Largo was unyielding. If he successfully convinced Skylar, Largo would likely

appear on the big screen in his next film. Having already invested a few hundred million in Largo, it was

rare that Xander would take a further interest in Skylar. Largo had sent Skylar’s photo to Xander and

received instant approval from the latter. Xander had been so pleased that he had promised to grant

Largo whatever he desired.

Largo thus pressed on. “Older men tend to be more caring and affectionate. Young and successful men

don’t usually know how to treat women well. Anyway, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Skylar lifted her flask and, in one graceful motion, threw the rest of the hot tea onto Largo’s surprised

face. “If you say another word, it won’t just be the tea that I’ll be pouring at you. Get out!” she roared.

Largo had sprung to his feet in dismay. Seething, he yelled, “What the hell are you doing? All I wanted

was to give you a chance. If you don’t take it, don’t come crying to me in the future.”

Skylar looked at Largo pityingly. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you do it, then? It’s just sex, isn’t it?

If you don’t leave, I’ll report you for harassment. Everyone will know what a pervert you are.”

Skylar’s threat had far more effect on Largo than Avery’s had had.

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In all her subsequent scenes with Largo, Skylar did her absolute best to keep her distance. In contrast

to what Avery had claimed, Skylar maintained her professional veneer while acting. Skylar’s on-screen

chemistry with Largo was still as effusive as ever. The moment the director declared “Cut!”, however,

Skylar would leave as quickly as she could, avoiding the possibility of any interaction with Largo.

When the filming for Empyrean Sword finally ended, neither the lead actor nor actress was present at

the filming crew’s celebratory party. Despite Kate’s urging, Skylar had immediately had her chauffeur

drive her straight home.

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She felt that it was too soon to set aside her disgust for Largo. At the risk of appearing arrogant for not

gracing the party, Skylar escaped as soon as she could.

Skylar picked up her phone to call Tobias the moment she entered her room. Over the line, he informed

her that he was at home.

“Which home?” Skylar asked hopefully.

Her heart sank when Tobias named his childhood home. It didn’t seem possible that they would be able

to meet that night. As Skylar hung up with a heavy heart, she realized that the car was no longer

heading in the direction of her own home.

“Willie, did you take a wrong turn? We’re heading in the opposite direction!” Skylar cried nervously.

She was immediately thankful that she wasn’t in a taxi. If this had happened in an unfamiliar car with a

strange driver, it usually portended something disastrous like a kidnapping.

Willie, however, calmly replied, “Mr. Ford gave me instructions to drive you over to his childhood home.”

Skylar leaned against the seat and closed her eyes, muttering, “He’s always making decisions without

consulting me. It’s fine if he’s alone, but what am I supposed to do if his parents are around? Isn’t it

rude of me to show up empty-handed?”

Skylar was well-versed in matters of courtesy and etiquette. A fruit basket was the meanest gift she

could bring herself to offer. To turn up at someone else’s doorstep without a gift in hand, as oft advised

by her Grandma, was unbecoming.

She thus insisted that Willie pulled over at the nearest grocery store for her to purchase a fruit basket.

The fruits available at that hour were on discount, evidently as a way of clearing the shelf for the next

morning’s fresh batch of arrivals.

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As Skylar stepped into the cozy store, numerous curious gazes greeted her, all of which belonged to

shoppers who recognized her. Skylar knew that she had made it to fame.

Skylar selected a few seasonal fruits, knowing full well that Claudia would probably not even glance at

them. As she weighed them in her hand, Skylar comforted herself by murmuring, “It’s the thought that

counts.”

When Skylar finally slid back into the car, Willie spoke up a little awkwardly, “Ms. Jones, we should

hurry ahead. Mr. Ford’s already beginning to question me about why we haven’t arrived yet.”

Skylar frowned. “I didn’t think he was in that much of a hurry. Can’t he wait just a little?”

When Skylar finally stepped through the door of Tobias’ home, Claudia and Tobias were sitting in the

living room with the television blaring in the background. Neither of them seemed to be paying any

attention to it. Instead, Claudia and Tobias were conversing in low voices with looks of evident

displeasure on their faces.

Neither Tobias nor Claudia heeded Skylar’s entrance. Dismally balancing her bag in one hand and the

fruits in the other, Skylar felt as invisible as a ghost.

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