Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)
Chapter 484

When Skylar walked over to the door, she spotted a man in a black suit and white gloves standing there stiffly.

Holding a painting that had been rolled up with both hands, he presented it to her.

"Here, this is a gift from my boss."

"I don't accept gifts from fans, so please return it to your boss," Skylar declined tactfully.

Her words fell into Xena's ears, and she scoffed, "Hah! You don't accept gifts from fans? Just drop the high and mighty act! If I were you, I would accept it gratefully. After all, there's no point acting all generous when you already have your back to the wall. You'd be better off thinking about your future since no one can help you, what's more with that family background of yours. If you accept the gift and sell it off later, the money will help you out a bit so that you won't be so hard-pressed."

Hearing that, Skylar turned and threw her a glance. Jeez, this woman is really flapping her lips too much without any reservations!

Meanwhile, the man kept his hands outstretched, so Skylar had no choice but to take the painting from him. The moment she opened it, she sucked in a breath.

What the hell? Isn't this the last item that was auctioned earlier? All at once, the painting in her hand felt like a hot potato.

Amelia and Xena were stunned as well. The latter, especially, was seized by jealousy. What? Who on earth is so extravagant to buy a fifty-million painting as a gift?

Feigning calmness, Skylar deliberately mused, "I don't know how much it will sell, but it'll probably be enough to pay off my housing loan."

Carefully putting away the painting, she then held it with a hand. Nonetheless, she didn't dare use too much force, afraid that she would damage the painting. After all, she couldn't afford to pay for the damages.

It was only after they had gone out did Skylar ask the man, "Who is your boss? This is too costly, so I can't accept it. Please return it to your boss."

“Ms. Jones, please keep it since Mr. Ford asked me to hand it to you," the man replied conflictedly. "Also, he instructed me to tell you this – a pegasus has great staying power, so there's no need to be harrowed by the present."

Skylar was entirely stumped upon hearing that. So, this is from Tobias. And he must be aware of my brewing scandal since he's saying such a thing to me. Well, this is quite a surprise! I never expected him to be the mysterious buyer.

But still, she was reluctant to accept the painting. She had the man convey her words to Tobias, saying, "One never knows which horse will win the race before the very last moment."

Xena, on the other hand, was still feeling shocked. Even with her family background, the painting was still out of her league.

She indeed wanted to show off in front of others by winning the bid, but she had no choice but to admit defeat after having raised her paddle thrice.

"I've heard of men doing all sorts of things to win the favor of women, but never had I seen any man buying a woman a fifty-million painting as a gift. I wonder who is so crazy about that vixen, Skylar Jones," she groused resentfully.

Leaning close to her ear, Amelia whispered, "I heard that she is in a relationship with Tobias Ford. It's not at all surprising that he did such a thing, considering his financial capabilities. How did you think she go a role in Empyrean Sword?"

However, Xena smacked her shoulder hard. "Don't joke with me, girl! How could Tobias Ford possibly take a fancy to her?"

"That's just a rumor I heard, so I don't know whether it's true. Anyway, she's definitely using underhanded methods since she's rising to fame so quickly. I wouldn't be competing with her for resources if she has no sugar daddy backing her up," Amelia asserted.

Sometime later... The lights in the room were turned off, plunging the room into pitch-darkness. And so, Skylar fumbled along the wall for the light switch. The moment glaring lights flooded the room, Miranda instinctively lifted a hand and shielded her eyes.

Right away, Skylar was greeted by the sight of beer bottles scattered all over the floor. The room was so messy that it appeared as though a tornado had hit. Miranda was sitting on the bed in a disheveled state with the covers a tangled mess even as the stench of alcohol emanated off her.

"You're a grown-ass woman, yet you're still using alcohol to drown your sorrows? You should at least clean up a bit when I bought such a huge house for you." Skylar then heaved a sigh.