Chapter 442


    Like a dog with a bone, Largo was unyielding. If he sessfully convinced Skr, Largo would likely


    appear on the big screen in his next film. Having already invested a few hundred million in Largo, it was


    rare that Xander would take a further interest in Skr. Largo had sent Skr’s photo to Xander and


    received instant approval from thetter. Xander had been so pleased that he had promised to grant


    Largo whatever he desired.


    Largo thus pressed on. “Older men tend to be more caring and affectionate. Young and sessful men


    don’t usually know how to treat women well. Anyway, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.”


    Skr lifted her sk and, in one graceful motion, threw the rest of the hot tea onto Largo’s surprised


    face. “If you say another word, it won’t just be the tea that I’ll be pouring at you. Get out!” she roared.


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    Largo had sprung to his feet in dismay. Seething, he yelled, “What the hell are you doing? All I wanted


    was to give you a chance. If you don’t take it, don’te crying to me in the future.”


    Skr looked at Largo pityingly. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you do it, then? It’s just sex, isn’t it? If


    you don’t leave, I’ll report you for harassment. Everyone will know what a pervert you are.”


    Skr’s threat had far more effect on Largo than Avery’s had had.


    In all her subsequent scenes with Largo, Skr did her absolute best to keep her distance. In contrast to


    what Avery had imed, Skr maintained her professional veneer while acting. Skr’s on-screen


    chemistry with Largo was still as effusive as ever. The moment the director dered “Cut!”, however,


    Skr would leave as quickly as she could, avoiding the possibility of any interaction with Largo.


    When the filming for Empyrean Sword finally ended, neither the lead actor nor actress was present at the


    filming crew’s celebratory party. Despite Kate’s urging, Skr had immediately had her chauffeur drive


    her straight home.


    She felt that it was too soon to set aside her disgust for Largo. At the risk of appearing arrogant for not


    gracing the party, Skr escaped as soon as she could.


    Skr picked up her phone to call Tobias the moment she entered her room. Over the line, he informed


    her that he was at home.


    “Which home?” Skr asked hopefully.


    Her heart sank when Tobias named his childhood home. It didn’t seem possible that they would be able


    to meet that night. As Skr hung up with a heavy heart, she realized that the car was no longer heading


    in the direction of her own home.


    “Willie, did you take a wrong turn? We’re heading in the opposite direction!” Skr cried nervously.


    She was immediately thankful that she wasn’t in a taxi. If this had happened in an unfamiliar car with a


    strange driver, it usually portended something disastrous like a kidnapping.


    Willie, however, calmly replied, “Mr. Ford gave me instructions to drive you over to his childhood home.”


    Skr leaned against the seat and closed her eyes, muttering, “He’s always making decisions without


    consulting me. It’s fine if he’s alone, but what am I supposed to do if his parents are around? Isn’t it rude


    of me to show up empty-handed?”


    Skr was well-versed in matters of courtesy and etiquette. A fruit basket was the meanest gift she


    could bring herself to offer. To turn up at someone else’s doorstep without a gift in hand, as oft advised


    by her Grandma, was unbing.


    She thus insisted that Willie pulled over at the nearest grocery store for her to purchase a fruit basket.


    The fruits avable at that hour were on discount, evidently as a way of clearing the shelf for the next


    morning’s fresh batch of arrivals.


    As Skr stepped into the cozy store, numerous curious gazes greeted her, all of which belonged to


    shoppers who recognized her. Skr knew that she had made it to fame.


    Skr selected a few seasonal fruits, knowing full well that udia would probably not even nce at


    them. As she weighed them in her hand, Skrforted herself by murmuring, “It’s the thought that


    counts.”


    When Skr finally slid back into the car, Willie spoke up a little awkwardly, “Ms. Jones, we should hurry


    ahead. Mr. Ford’s already beginning to question me about why we haven’t arrived yet.”


    Skr frowned. “I didn’t think he was in that much of a hurry. Can’t he wait just a little?”


    When Skr finally stepped through the door of Tobias’ home, udia and Tobias were sitting in the


    living room with the television ring in the background. Neither of them seemed to be paying any


    attention to it. Instead, udia and Tobias were conversing in low voices with looks of evident


    displeasure on their faces.


    Neither Tobias nor udia heeded Skr’s entrance. Dismally bncing her bag in one hand and the


    fruits in the other, Skr felt as invisible as a ghost.