My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul



Rosa had already thought of a way to keep Joe completely by her side.

Calvin glanced at her through the rearview mirror, noticing the fierce glint in her eyes as she bit her lip. He couldn't help but furrow his brow, feeling an ominous premonition.

Rosa was becoming increasingly irrational. From an outsider's perspective, it was clear that Skylar and Ned were a better match. When they stood together, it felt as if no one else mattered.

To put it bluntly, the old Ned, who was bespectacled, had seemed a perfect pair with Rosa. But now, this new Ned-the one without spectacles-felt like he was from a completely different world, their energies no longer in sync.

By the time the event wrapped up, Skylar and Joe had hardly exchanged more than a few words. Surrounded by prying eyes, their every move was scrutinized, every glance analyzed.

As the event wrapped up, Joe received a phone call and left first.

Just before he walked away, he turned to Skylar and asked, "Have you and Joe ever been intimate?"

Even with her usual confidence, Skylar felt her face flush with embarrassment at the question. Her silence was enough of an answer.

Joe didn't wait for Skylar's response. He simply strode to his car and drove off.

Skylar took a deep breath and murmured, "Fine, I'll forgive you for losing your memory, but the day you remember everything... just you wait.'

A few days later, on a street in Jipsburg City, a figure drenched in blood suddenly appeared.

Upon seeing the person, passersby immediately called the police and an ambulance. Both the emergency services arrived at the same time.

A woman, drenched in blood and in

a critical state, was being rushed to the hospital. During the transport, police checked her ID and uncovered her identity-it turned out she was the suspect they had been

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desperately searching for over the past few days.

"Who did this to her?" one officer asked.

"Considering her past actions, she probably has many enemies. Finding out who did this won't be easy. The place where she was found had no surveillance cameras. We'll have to wait until she wakes up and ask her directly," another officer replied.

As the officers speculated, the paramedics conducted a quick examination of Maisy in the ambulance.

The doctor frowned and said, "She's covered in needle marks. Looks like long-term substance abuse. It's possible she was hallucinating and hurt herself. Wouldn't be the first time we've seen that."

As the medical team and police pieced together theories, Maisy was rushed into surgery. Meanwhile, word of her condition reached Steven. Dropping everything, he raced to the hospital.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Upon arriving, he introduced himself

to the officers stationed outside her room. Recognizing him from the missing person report he had filed, one officer stopped him. "Due to the severity of her crimes, we can't let Je her," the officer stated firmly.

"I don't want to see her. I just need to know how bad it is," Steven stated clearly.

Maisy's ruthless actions had left a trail of destruction. Steven had once sworn he would handle her himself, ensuring she never posed a threat to his family again. But now, it seemed someone else had taken that burden off his hands.

The police provided a brief overview of Maisy's situation.

As he learned that Maisy might

never stand again for the rest of her

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life, a wave of dizziness washed over him For a moment, he could almost see Skylar lying in a hospital bed, her legs gone. The image of her helplessness and sorrow state stole his breath away.

The terrifying thought gripped his heart, leaving him drenched in cold sweat. Only as he exited the hospital did the chill begin to lift, and reality reasserted itself. The image had been nothing but his mind playing tricks on him.

Checking the time, he noted it was 10:00 am there, which meant it was 10:00 pm where Skylar was. She should still be awake. He dialed her number.