My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul

Chapter 787

Edwin had to be a pervert. He wouldn't have inflicted that on her if he wasn't.

What a madman!

Suddenly, a notification popped out on Jenny's phone. It indicated that one million dollars had been transferred into her account.

Edwin had also texted her about his satisfaction with her performance. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Jenny trembled. She was seized with anger and fear. A sense of helplessness washed over her.

Would she have to deal with Edwin for the rest of her life?

No. She wouldn't have it. Jenny didn't want to go through that tortuous experience ever again. It would break her.

"Mr. Martin, I can't bear it. I can't let myself do it. This will be the last time I meet with you."

She waited for Edwin's response in anticipation.

However, she was sent a video instead. It depicted her deplorable acts with Edwin at the mansion while half-conscious.

Why was there a video of it? Jenny panicked.

These videos couldn't be seen by anyone else. If not, she was done for.

Jenny's fingers trembled as she typed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. I'll come whenever you call for me. I'll do anything you ask of me. Please delete that video! I'm scared that others might see it."

"Remember what you're saying now. When you're obedient enough, I'll delete the video."

Jenny was rendered helpless by his response.

She put her head in her hands and broke down. Jenny muffled her sobs.

She'd made a huge mistake, and she was fully aware of its magnitude. She shouldn't have sought Edwin out.

…

At Galaxy Villa, Skylar made dinner. She had gotten off work early.

Just as she finished preparing dinner, Joe came home. He didn't change right away. Instead, he entered the kitchen and asked, "Do you need any help?"

"I'm done already," replied Skylar.

Joe took a plate from Skylar and carried it for her.

Whenever they had dinner with each other, they usually settled for simple homemade dishes.

Halfway through dinner, Skylar said, "I think there are a few issues in our relationship that warrants some discussion."

Joe furrowed his brows and looked up at her. He asked, "What problems do you think there are in our relationship?"

Did she want a divorce?

"The fate of our marriage has been carved into stone from the second we entered into it. Grandma's health makes her vulnerable to any shocks now. I know you're staying in this marriage for her. I'm also aware that you don't like me—"

Before Skylar could finish, Joe cut in, "Don't put the blame on me."

She claimed he didn't like her. Well, did she like him? Joe had a feeling she wanted nothing more than to leave him as soon as possible.

Skylar froze. Her face fell. Suddenly, she realized they couldn't have a measured conversation. She said coldly, "Shouldn't you take the blame? If you weren't in a hurry to get a divorce, why would you allow the media to capture footage of you and Vera time and time again?"

She couldn't sit and continue eating anymore.

Skylar stood up and said, "Even though our marriage was based on a contract, that doesn't mean you can stomp all over my dignity, nor can your crush do so too. I'm proposing that we get a divorce now. I've prepared myself for it."

Joe clenched his jaw. He stood up too and said, "What's going on between Vera and I isn't what you think. I've already told you not to blame me for that."

He narrowed his eyes and studied Skylar. It was as though he could see right through her. He added, "Rather, you're the one who wants a divorce."