Skylar couldn“t stand having Marcus speak ill of Tobias even ifeverything he said was true. “He's a great man, okay? I don't think it'sappropriate for you to talk about your brother like that!"

Marcus chuckled. “Since when has he ever treated me like family? Heonly cares about Sheldon. Ingrid and I are as good as strangers to him!”Skylar didn't want to comment much on Tobias’ family matters,especially since he rarely told her anything about it.

A faint smile formed on Marcus’ face as he saw Skylar off. She seemslike a really nice girl... It's a shame she chose to be with Tobias. Nothinggood ever comes out of dating him, after all.

Having received multiple calls from Ingrid asking to see him, Marcus letout a helpless sigh as he drove toward Sky Bar according to the addressshe sent him.

Ingrid was the owner of the bar which had just opened recently. Marcusnever saw her as a suitable businessperson to begin with, and the bar'shorrible location as well as lack of customer flow proved him right. Ontop of that, Ingrid had also messed up the bar's renovation andpromotional activities.

Due to the lack of customers, the bar was losing more money than itwas making with each passing day.

However, Marcus turned a blind eye to it as it was their dad's idea tohave Ingrid manage a business. That way, she would be less likely to goaround causing trouble everywhere.

Marcus went up the stairs to the second floor of the bar and saw Ingridsitting in a private room with her friends. In front of them stood a rowof male escorts dressed in tight business suits and performing an eroticdance.

Having gotten used to Ingrid's peculiar kinks, Marcus was not surprisedby the sight before him as he entered the room.

Ingrid then motioned for everyone inside the room to leave beforecalling out to Marcus, “Hello, brother dearest!”

“Why did you keep calling me?” Marcus asked as he sat down besideher and stared at her face flushed from intoxication.

Ingrid frowned as she filled her glass up and said, “Dad will be arrivingat the airport tomorrow afternoon. I bet he’s going to scold me forcausing trouble again...”

“Maybe you should've thought about that before doing anything crazy,eh? Anyway, where is that boy toy of yours? Why didn't you invite himover?” Marcus snarked at her.

“I had him stay home tonight. Say, do you think Dad will approve of memarrying Harry? Will you please help me talk to him about it?"

Marcus made no attempt to sugarcoat things and said, “I think youshould forget about it. Given Harry's family background and Dad's ego,there's no way he'd approve of this marriage.”

Ingrid clenched her teeth and stamped her feet in frustration.

It was almost midnight by the time Skylar got home. Although she wasstarving like crazy from walking back in the icy-cold weather, she didn'texpect to have a hot meal waiting for her either.

Even Madelyn’s attitude was a little colder than usual when she greetedSkylar at the door, “Have you eaten? Mr. Ford is upstairs.”

“Don't worry about it. I'm tired, so I'm going to get some rest upstairs,”Skylar said after giving it some thought.

Of course, she wouldn't have any appetite for dinner when her man isupstairs... Madelyn thought to herself as she watched Skylar make herway upstairs.

Tobias stepped out of the shower when she came into the room. Hehad a towel around his waist, sitting right beneath his perfectly builtabs.

“Why are you home so late?” he asked while placing a plate of snackson the coffee table.

Skylar was surprised. “You made me supper?”

Tobias flashed her a smile in response. “You haven't answered myquestion. Why are you home so late? Where have you been?”

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