Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)

Chapter 17

Why is this man so cruel?

Skylar had thought that Tobias had let her go when he dropped her off at her uncle’s place.

It seemed that the man had figured out that her Uncle Wesley and Aunt Sharon wouldn’t take her in, and

she would eventually have to survive on the streets.

He could make her lose her job at any minute in this big city.

Just then, Skylar’s phone rang. It was a message from an unknown number: 611 Green Avenue. No.

201, International Garden.

Jeremy had always dreamed of buying a villa at International Garden if he ever became a celebrity.

Thus, Skylar didn’t have to know the street name to find the place since he had brought her there more

than once.

Skylar replied: You jerk! Are you trying to kill me?

Tapping away furiously on the keyboard, her eyes were blazing in rage.

Tobias replied: Why would I? Your life is not that worth it.

Not wanting to be involved with him anymore, Skylar simply left him hanging.

Meanwhile, Tobias was fidgeting with his phone when his assistant, Cameron, came knocking on the

door.

“These are the places Ms. Jones had been to today, Mr. Ford.”

Cameron had been tailing Skylar all day, and he couldn’t make head or tail of it.

Wasting no time, Tobias took the map from Cameron and let out a chuckle. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

This woman sure can walk. She knows what job is good enough for her and didn’t return to Elysium

despite being driven to a corner.

Tobias then walked over to the window, staring at the twinkling lights outside.

This woman must be starving. Well, I guess it proves that she’s not a materialistic woman for working at

the nightclub back then. Perhaps she really needed the money to save her boyfriend. Haha, such an idiot

is really a rare specimen.

“Where is she?” he piped up.

“She’s at a twenty-four-hour convenience store,” Cameron said. “She’s ordered an Oden and had been

sitting inside for three hours. Should I continue to follow her?”

Tobias picked up his coat. “No.”

Heading to his boss’ orders, Cameron nodded and exited the office. Mr. Ford’s wedding is approaching,

so why is he asking me to tail another woman?

Cameron was reminded of Tobias’ fiancée, Tanya Hanson, who had the beauty of a goddess and would

easily make men fall head over heels for her.

Although Skylar wasn’t too bad herself, she was far beneath Tanya in terms of maturity.

The bell to the convenience store’s automatic door rang. Skylar was sitting at the table by the window,

job hunting, while charging her phone.

“Stop searching. No one will dare to hire you,” said a cold voice.

Skylar wasn’t surprised as she had grown accustomed to Tobias’ abrupt appearance, as though he had

installed a tracker on her.

“All thanks to you for driving me to death,” Skylar said placidly, her heart growing numb.

“Don’t make it sound so serious.” Tobias sat across from Skylar. “Sign this contract, and all your

problems will be solved.”

Skylar accepted the contract that smelled of freshly printed ink.

Partnership agreement. How tactful.

She skimmed through the contract, then glanced up at Tobias with fear and undisguised disgust in her

eyes.

It was a servitude contract, in which it was clearly stated that all the employer’s needs should be met.