Chapter 267

They were only living together. Skylar stopped herself from considering their feelings further. Joe’s eyes darkened.

“No press would dare to report on my private life without my permission,” he said.

She truly seemed to dislike him. “You’re too domineering,” Skylar muttered. He was as domineering in real life as he was as CEO.

They entered the restaurant. The interior was extremely luxurious, like stepping into a medieval castle. Small bridges, flowing water, and rooks created a serene environment. A pianist played, adding to the pleasant atmosphere.

Once seated, the dishes were served promptly. Each was exquisitely prepared, a feast for the senses. Skylar, having spent the afternoon visiting properties, was famished.

Halfway through the meal, Skylar felt queasy. “I need to go to the restroom,” she said. Joe nodded.

Just as Skylar stood, the door burst open.

“Mr. Martin, if you help me, I’ll do anything. I have three daughters. You can choose whichever one you like.” A middle-aged man approached Joe anxiously, nearly falling to his knees.

Joe’s expression turned cold, sharp, and imposing. The man, sweating profusely, realized his abruptness. But desperation overwhelmed him.

Even more shocking to Skylar, three beautiful women entered seconds later. Each was more stunning than the last, with equally impressive figures. Skylar recognized two as minor celebrities from TV dramas.

She couldn’t believe it. The three women blushed, sweetly calling Joe’s name.

Skylar found the scene absurd. The pleading father seemed less a father and more a pimp.

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat. “Mr. Martin, do you like any of them?”

Skylar watched Joe remain calm, unsurprised. She realized such occurrences were probably normal for him. She wondered if he’d ever succumbed to such temptations. The women were undeniably attractive; she might have been tempted if she were a man.

Joe glanced at Skylar, noting her appraisal of the women. His brow furrowed.

“Who gave you the nerve?” Joe asked coldly.

The middle-aged man froze, sweating profusely. “I… I just wanted to ask for your help. You wouldn’t be helping me for nothing.”