Richest Mogul

Less than two minutes later, Skylar came back out from her room. She had a convenience store bag in 

her hands 

At that moment, Joe couldn’t figure out what she was up to. 

“There are a few bags of tea in here. They’re good for insomnia. I mixed them according to an age–old recipe. I didn’t make much, so just go ahead and have these first.” 

Skylar handed the bag to Joe. 

She had read many books when she had been at Viola’s house. She was capable of making things from 

age–old recipes. Previously, she had also put together a foot soak for Gloria. Those were all good for 

health. 

“Is this also a type of tea?” Joe received the bag into his hands and caught a whiff of a herbal scent from 

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She’d called him just to give him tea? 

“It’s different from other kinds of tea. This tea is to help with sleep. I don’t think you’ll be able to buy these 

elsewhere. Anyway, it’s getting late. I’ll be going to bed. Good night, Mr. Martin.” 

Then, Skylar retreated to her room. She was indeed quite sleepy. 

Of course, she hadn’t been boasting, Viola had said that those old books were practically unique. Neither 

could they be purchased elsewhere nor seen by anyone else. 

The look in Joe’s eyes became glum. She still hadn’t asked for his help. Could it be that she was too 

embarrassed to ask? 

Was that why she’d chosen to give him some gifts first? 

He carried the bag and entered his own room. 

After half an hour, he walked back out again. He headed downstairs with a tea bag and made a new cup 

of tea. 

Soon enough, a herbal scent wafted through the air. Unlike those herbal soups that would make one frown just by its smell, this tea didn’t have a strong smell. 

“Would this be effective?” Joe questioned softly. 

He thought about Skylar’s massage techniques. He hoped that this tea would be helpful with his sleep. 

troubles just like her massage techniques were. 

In fact, he didn’t mind if it had some effectiveness similar to the healthy teas out there. 

If it was indeed effective, he would help her this once for the sake of the tea and Gloria. 

Bit by bit, he finished the cup of hot tea. Then, he went back into his room upstairs. 

The moment he lay down in bed, he actually felt much less irritable over his insomnia. Was it psychological? Or was the tea truly effective? 

Skylar woke up at 6:00 am the next morning. She took a look at the comments about her online. 

The situation had completely changed overnight. Additionally, after more aggravation by the Williamses‘ PR team, the comments had started to encourage her to give a public apology instead. 

She was about to edit the videos to be posted on her Facebook and other accounts when Caleb sent her 

a voice message. 

“Skylar, Skylar, have you seen Facebook? It looks like the Williams family’s PR took action against you! ! can’t believe that Maisy is part of the Williams family. 

“There is a huge fuss over this right now. Don’t be afraid, Skylar. I’ll help you think of something! These cheaters are so shameless. Not only did they adamantly deny that they were messing around, but they also tried to slander you!” 

After listening to Caleb’s voice message, Skylar replied, saying that she wasn’t afraid. Then, she started to edit her videos and write the content for her post. 

Caleb blurted a few consecutive swear words after he sent his voice message. 

Suddenly, a few smacks landed on the back of his head. 

Caleb shouted in pain, He looked behind him and saw that it was Alexander who had hit him. “Grandpa!” 

“Watch your mouth. Your parents aren’t in Jipsburg right now, so I have to make sure I discipline you!” Alexander chided him as he put on a very strict expression on his face. 

Caleb continued crying out in pain. “I’m your only grandson. You’ll only end up heartbroken if your beatings make me dumb! Plus, I wasn’t swearing on purpose. There are people oppressing Skylar, so I was just being pissed on her behalf.” 

to restore old “Skylar? Is she the woman you told me about two days ago? The one who knows h antiques?” Alexander was used to Caleb playing bluff, so he hadn’t taken it too seriously.