Chapter 197
Skylar frowned in confusion as she examined the shipping label on the box, it did indeed bear her name.
She turned to her parents, who were still eating, and asked, “Dad, Mom, did either of you order a package for me recently?”
Both shook their heads.
She then turned to Blake and Victor, but they both shook their heads.
Victor stood up and walked over to Skylar. “You really have no idea who sent this?”
Skylar shook her head.
Victor immediately thought of what those crazy fans in the entertainment industry might do. He quickly grabbed the package and said, “This isn’t from some obsessed stalker or haters, is it?”
Victor threw the box on the ground. “Who knows what’s inside? Have the servants get rid of it right away.
“What if there’s something dangerous inside? The moment Skylar opens it, she’s bound to get hurt.”
Freya pretty much figured out what was going on. Inwardly, she cursed, ‘That useless Bud! Can’t do anything right, always manages to mess things up!”
Freya hurried over to intervene. “Hey, wait! Whatever it is, shouldn’t we at least open it and take a look?
“Even if there’s something harmful in it, we can still keep it as evidence.”
Freya quickly picked up the package, peeled off the tape, and opened the box.
Victor was just about to stop her when she opened it up.
He leaned in, trying to see what was actually inside the box.
Freya pulled out the contents. “It’s a music box, and there’s a letter inside, too.
“It’s for Skylar. Look, the envelope’s even pink!”
Freya looked at Skylar with a knowing smile and teased, “Sis, could this be from one of your secret admirers?”
Skylar snatched the envelope from Freya, tore it open, and began to read, her face a mix of curiosity and impatience.
The letter was overflowing with gushy, cheesy lines. And at the very end, there was the sender’s name. Bud Fowler.
Who is this guy?‘ Skylar wondered, frowning as she tried to recall if she had ever met someone by that name.
Skylar wondered, ‘Have I ever met this guy? Why don’t remember him at all?‘
Carlos and Yana came over as well.
Yana, fearing her daughter might be targeted by suspicious strangers, asked anxiously, “Skylar, what in the world is happening?”
Carlos noticed the sender’s name on the letter in his daughter’s hand and frowned slightly. ‘Bud? Isn’t he the friend Freya brought home the other day?
“Freya, what’s the deal with this guy?”
“Oh, I’m not sure either,” Freya replied, a flicker of panic crossing her face before she quickly composed herself. “Let me ask him.”
She stepped aside and pretended to call Bud. “Oh, so that’s how it is? Okay, got it.”
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She then said, “Oh, this was actually meant for me. I totally forgot he mentioned sending a gift. At the time, I wasn’t sure if I’d be home, so I just told him to put Skylar’s name on it.”
Skylar had been staying home these days, busy preparing to launch her new company, so she took time off work.
On the surface, her explanation just about made sense.
But Skylar sensed there was more to this than met the eye.
Bút since she still hadn’t figured out what Freya was up to, Skylar decided it was best to bide her time.
Yana sighed in relief. “What a relief, just a false alarm. At least it wasn’t sent by someone with ill intentions.”
Freya bowed her head as she apologized, “Sorry for the
dre.”
Freya looked at Skylar and asked with a hint of concern, “Skylar, you’re not upset with me for keeping you in the dark about this, right?”
Skylar’s lips curved in a slight, knowing smirk, “Of
not.”
Freya squeezed Skylar’s hand with a relieved smile. “That’s great. Thanks, sis.”
Skylar had no patience for Freya’s phony sisterly act. She pulled her hand back and said curtly, “Excuse me, I have something to attend to. I’m leaving now.”
Skylar walked out of the mansion, immediately pulled out a tissue, and wiped the hand Freya had just touched, then tossed the tissue into the trash can with visible disgust.
For the next several days, Freya received packages daily, sometimes flowers, sometimes other small gifts.
Yana gently took Freya’s hand and asked with a teasing smile, “Freya, are you dating that guy?”
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