Chapter 1131

Paul added, “Muriel dropped out of college and never graduated, let alone went abroad for further studies. It's difficult for her to find a good job. Oh, I almost forgot—she mentioned working part-time at night, selling goods at a night market. She probably has other jobs, too.”

However, after entering society and encountering diverse individuals, Paul readily discerned someone's circumstances from their demeanor. It was clear these past few years hadn't been kind to Muriel. Had she graduated and pursued further studies abroad, she could have returned as a jewelry designer, leading a vastly different life. But life doesn't offer "ifs."

Paul noted Lizzie had stopped questioning, likely accepting the passage of time. Even if she couldn't let go then, time would help her move on.

However, after half an hour, as Lizzie dropped Paul off, she suddenly asked, "Which night market?"

"What?"

Lizzie looked at him. "Which night market did you run into Muriel?"

Paul was startled. "You… never mind, it's the Starlit Market. But you shouldn't go there at this hour; it's probably closed."

Lizzie didn't respond. She accelerated and drove away.

Watching the car disappear, Paul realized his mistake. He'd said something he shouldn't have. He shrugged it off; what was done was done.

The next morning, just after 8:00 am, Skylar awoke to find Joe still asleep. She quietly left the bedroom after checking on him. In the kitchen, she prepared simple chicken soup and heated a few blueberry muffins, adding marinated olives. It was a light breakfast. Afterward, she settled on the couch, casually browsing the news, waiting for Joe to wake.

Chapter 1131

Joe and Lizzie were photographed attending a banquet at the Avalon Residence. The media buzzed with colorful descriptions of their relationship. One had to admire the reporters' impressive writing. Anyone unaware of the truth would believe the detailed accounts of romance.

In recent days, the media had unearthed every detail, pinpointing their meetings and outings. These people were shameless in their pursuit of attention.

Just as she was about to log off Facebook, another headline caught her eye: Vera, alone in a café, sipping coffee, her long hair flowing, lips painted a striking red. The Ruell heiress, nursing heartbreak, lost in thought.

Coincidentally, as Skylar saw Vera's news, her phone rang—it was Vera.

She answered immediately.

Vera asked, "Skylar, can you have lunch?"

Skylar demurred. "Sorry, I've been very busy."

Vera pressed, "Did you see the news? Joe and Lizzie were at the Avalon Residence, arriving and leaving as a couple. You've been married to Joe for so long, yet nobody in Jipsburg knows you exist. Aren't you upset?" Vera's voice was sharp.

Skylar replied calmly, "My feelings aren't relevant. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Wait! I know you're no longer with Mr. Gardner Senior's team. If you're looking for a job, I can offer you a position with another team focused on antique restoration. Your skills would be far more valued there." Vera offered a tempting proposition.