Chapter 642

Edwin nodded. "I'll leave it to you. No need to report every detail of the plan."

"Alright, I'll make the arrangements. Darling, you have a lot on your plate; this is minor. I'll handle it," Molly assured him softly, massaging his shoulders. Her gentleness and thoughtfulness were what he loved most about her. Countless women had been with him, but Molly was the only one he’d ever loved. He had no regrets about his decision; the only person he owed an apology to was Joe.

Skylar and Joe lunched at a pasta restaurant across from her office. Joe described Jeremy's predicament.

Skylar said grimly, "It feels like sinister hands are closing in, ready to strike when you least expect it."

"I have you. I don't care," Joe insisted nonchalantly.

Skylar visited Pearlhall Residence often, spending most of her time with Joe. She felt confident that both Joe and Gloria would be fine.

"Sometimes, I miss things. The key is to stay determined and avoid those negative influences," Skylar explained.

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm not determined enough?"

Skylar hesitated. He was resolute, but sometimes his instincts took over. Suddenly, she turned.

Joe noticed. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Skylar replied, after looking around. "Probably just my imagination." No one seemed to be watching her.

Joe followed her gaze. His eyes darkened as he saw something. After a pause, he looked back at Skylar. "I'll take you back to the office before I leave."

"Alright."

Half an hour later, he dropped her off at Gardner Group. On his way back to Martin Group, he called Paul. "Get Skylar bodyguards. Then check if anyone's stalking her." He hadn't seen action in years; he'd forgotten how he operated—ruthlessly effective, even if it meant using unsavory tactics. Skylar wouldn't be able to handle such darkness.

Paul responded immediately. "I'll arrange it now. They'll be with her within the hour."

"Okay."

Chapter 642 (2/2)

Jenny left Martin Group with a smile. In the cab, she shared the good news with her friends: she'd gotten in on her own merit. She'd be Joe's colleague. She wondered how he'd react to seeing her in the office.

After telling her friends, she called Rowan, but he didn't answer. He usually answered promptly. Then she remembered his words. Was he setting boundaries? Had he fallen out of love and gotten engaged? Had he accepted an arranged marriage—something he'd vehemently opposed?

Worried, she called again. Still no answer.

Half an hour later, he texted, saying he was busy. She found the curt response unacceptable and called again. This time, he answered.