Chapter 427

“How shameless,” chuckled Caleb.

Samuel, though unimpressed by Caleb, was terrified of the Gardner family. He meekly replied, “My dad hasn’t done anything wrong. I would have readily handed over my phone.”

Sadie’s face paled. They were finished. Unbeknownst to her, their entire family had lost their minds. How could they act so entitled? She herself had once justified their actions without a second thought.

Jeffrey barked, “Joe must have been the caller. Skylar, take me to him!”

He had been so close. If Joe had let him finish his proposal, his company would have had a chance. His ascent had been arduous; he couldn't lose everything now!

Skylar scoffed. “Go to sleep, Mr. Williams. Anything’s possible in your dreams.” She walked downstairs, followed by Caleb, who intended to protect her.

Seeing Jeffrey pursue them, Caleb pointed and threatened, “Take another step, and you’ll regret it. Bully Skylar, and you bully me. The Gardner family will show you no mercy.”

His threat worked. They stopped following. Jeffrey and his men only dared to pursue them after they left the villa. There, they found numerous cars parked outside. Tall, muscular men in black suits emerged—clearly combat-trained bodyguards. They treated Caleb with reverence and Skylar with respect.

The family gasped. Caleb hadn't been exaggerating; he was indeed connected to the Gardners. Why was Skylar so close to them? What else had she been hiding?

After a few minutes, the men left. Jeffrey remarked darkly, “Our understanding of Skylar is too superficial. We must meet Joe at all costs—to save our company!” His eyes narrowed, fury burning at Skylar’s coldness, her apparent rejection of him as her father.

Samuel’s pallor remained. He asked, “The Gardner family wouldn't have sent someone to teach me a lesson, would they?” Fear finally overwhelmed him. He'd assumed Caleb was boasting, that Skylar had merely hired a random person. He was wrong.

Peter, unable to contain his anger, scolded, “Can’t you think before you act? Now I know why you couldn’t stay in the entertainment industry. Everyone is attacking us because you never use your brain!”

Kenny felt his heart breaking. “Skylar is determined to ruin our family.”

Maisy, her fists clenched, added, “Dad, Peter, we need to be prepared. She probably said something inappropriate to Joe. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hung up on Dad.” She blamed Skylar.

Kenny looked at Maisy. “You…”

“I don’t want to think the worst, but… you saw what happened,” Maisy explained, her eyes red-rimmed.

Peter solemnly told Jeffrey, “We must be thorough this time. Perhaps we shouldn't have asked Joe for help. We should approach Mrs. Martin Senior. She's the most important person to Joe. It will be easier.”

Jeffrey’s eyes narrowed in approval. “Smart! Get some gifts ready. We’ll visit Mrs. Martin tomorrow!”