Chapter 1694
Skyler wasnât one to turn down a free ride, but she wasnât heading back to campus just yet. She had a shift waiting for her at a nearby coffee shop in the bustling business district.
Time had slipped away from her, and now she was cutting it close to the start of her shift. With swift strides, she made her way to the
café.
As a temp, she hadnât graduated to the art of coffee crafting just yet. Her role was more about waiting tables, keeping the place spotless, and handling all sorts of odd jobs.
What she didnât expect was to bump into Zavier again, so soon after their last encounter.
Zavier had set up a coffee meeting and, of all the joints in town, he chose the café where Skyler worked. If Skyler didnât know any better, she might have suspected Zavier of engineering these run-ins on purpose.
Even though Skyler never felt any shame in waitressing, she couldnât help but wonder if Zavier, with his air of nobility, would look down on her job. So, after delivering his coffee, she beat a hasty retreat.
She thought her cap and mask would render her unrecognizable, especially with Zavier deep in conversation. However, against all odds, Zavierâs eyes locked onto hers and he called out, âSkyler!âe2
Pretending not to hear, she quickened her pace, but Zavier reached out, gripping her arm. âPlaying the stranger now?â
Skyler glanced away, hoping they werenât the center of attention. âSir, can I help you with something?â
Zavier raised an eyebrow, giving her a once-over. âStraight from my place to slinging coffee here. Donât you get tired, Skyler?â
âTired, sure,â she admitted.
It was tiring, indeed, but Skyler needed money. The thought of earning money to provide a better life for her sister made the fatigue seem insignificant.
âYouâre tired and yet youâre working all these jobs?â Zavier probed.
Skyler shrugged. âThere are plenty of people out there more worn out than me, but they keep pushing for a living, never daring to stop.â
Zavier released her arm, saying nothing more.
Skyler didnât wait around, making her escape quickly.
The man sitting across from Zavier finally spoke up. âZavier, if Hudson finds out that his chosen fiancée for you is working in a place like this, you know how furious heâll be.â
Zavier took a sip of his coffee, unfazed. âSheâs earning her keep honestly, not stealing or doing anything disgraceful. Whatâs the problem?â
The man chuckled. âFor the average Joe, no problem at all. But sheâs Skyler, your betrothed picked out by Hudson.â
âZavier, if someone with an agenda finds out and blasts it online, it could hit the Rivera familyâs stock. Even a single point drop, and she couldnât make up the loss with a lifetime of waitressing.â
Zavier smiled thinly. âWhatâs her job got to do with the Rivera familyâs stocks?â
The man leaned in. âYou know the stakes. By not stopping her and acknowledging her here, are you aiming to blow her cover, stir the pot, and cause a loss for the Rivera family? That would surely get Hudson to kick her to the curb.â
Zavierâs gaze turned icy. âIs that who you think I am?â
The man shrugged. âYouâre not, but that doesnât mean you wouldnât use such tactics.â
âIf I want to annul the engagement, do I really need to frame a helpless girl?â Zavier stated flatly.
The other man simply said, âDo you?â
Their conversation was cut short by Zavierâs finging phone. It was the old butler. âZavier, Hudson requests your and Miss Skylerâs immediate presence at the family éstate.â