Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)

Chapter 2

Elysium was the most luxurious nightclub in A City, and it operated on a membership system.

The guests who came here were filthy rich or immensely powerful, each of them having a net worth of

tens of millions.

Skylar had always regarded places like this with disdain. Never did she think that one day, she would

willingly stoop so low for the sake of money.

Being her naive self, she really thought that Tobias Ford was a generous man, giving her three million

when she had only asked for three hundred thousand, which would help her settle her financial

emergency.

Thus, when Jeremy told her that the check was forged, her head spun as the world around her

collapsed.

Indeed, the world was a sinister place; she had been scammed!

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Skylar was baffled as to where the Lanes got the money from, since they were the ones who begged

her to gather the money in the first place.

Moreover, her future grandmother-in-law even informed her they couldn’t afford Jeremy's postsurgery

rehabilitation expenses and needed her help.

It cost at least one hundred thousand per month. A little nobody like her could barely scrape up one-

tenth of that amount.

"Skylar, hurry up. Room 301 requested a bottle of Ace of Spades. Go in and serve the drinks," urged

the manager, Camila Cook, as she nudged Skylar's back.

Room 301 was the only VIP room in Elysium. The occupants were usually business tycoons and

celebrity politicians.

Before entering, Camila had specifically told her to turn a blind eye to whatever was happening inside.

Turn a blind eye? What the heck did she sign me up for? Chills went down her spine the moment she

heard Camila's warning.

At that moment, Skylar was clad in a white maxi dress and a pair of high-heeled boots of the same

color. Her face was completely free of makeup, without even a tinge of rouge on her cheeks.

Balancing a tray of drinks with one hand, she pressed down on the gilded door handle and entered the

room, her heart almost at her throat.

The atmosphere inside the room and that outside was like night and day; it was much quieter. She also

noticed that all of Elysium's top beauties were in here.

"Throwing yourself at me so soon? Are you that eager, pretty lady?" A frivolous voice sounded from

above Skylar's head. With her head bowed low, she was so afraid to make eye contact with those

inside the room that she bumped into someone.

Moreover, the lighting in the private room was too dim, so she couldn't see clearly where she was

heading. She looked up abruptly at the man whom she had run into, noting that he was in his forties

and had a plump figure. With a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles resting on his nose bridge, he looked

like a typical government official.

Widening her large doe eyes in shock, Skylar hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see where I

was going."

The man broke into a lecherous smile. "Do you think a simple apology will do? Just tell me what you

want. Don't use this kind of petty coy tricks on me. I've seen more than enough in my lifetime."

Without another word said, the bespectacled man caught Skylar's wrist and flung her onto the sofa like

a ragged doll.

After being manhandled roughly, she frantically propped herself into a sitting position. This place was

full of the affluent and influential. She knew she couldn't afford to offend any of them, so she could only

keep a tight lid on her anger.

Amidst the heavy odor of tobacco and alcohol, a white sandalwood cologne fragrance tickled her nose,

bringing back memories of the past.

Huh? Why does that smell... so familiar?

This scent was carved into Skylar’s mind deeply, so deep that it seared into her soul. Regaining her

senses, she got up clumsily and straightened her dress.

"Ms. Jones, we meet again." This deep voice resembled a devil's whisper reached her ears that

instant.

The man-the devil himself, Tobias Ford, leaned against the sofa and took out a cigarette from his

pocket. A flicker of light then followed.

Skylar lifted her gaze to the flame's glow and saw a man with an impossibly handsome face beside her.

She would recognize him anywhere, even if he were burnt to ashes.

"Tobias Ford,” she said his name through gritted teeth.

A puff of smoke rose from between his lips, temporarily obscuring his features.

Tobias looked at Skylar with a gentle smile, which surprisingly made him seem very charming and

approachable. "You still remember my name. It seems like you're satisfied with me."

The man, who was rude to Skylar, was Benjamin Hayes. When he saw Tobias talking to Skylar in a

hushed tone, his expression changed subtly, and it brought his aggressiveness down a few notches.

"Oh, so she's one of yours, Mr. Ford. Sorry about that."

"Nah... We're not close. You can take her if you want, Mr. Hayes." A cold glint flashed in Tobias' eyes.

Hearing that, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief and leered at Skylar. "In that case, I'll make sure you

have an unforgettable experience today."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just a promoter. I don't do anything else besides selling drinks." Skylar's hands balled

into fists by her sides, betraying her fear.

Meanwhile, Benjamin's anger spiked upon being rejected in public. It was an utter humiliation for him.

Boiling in rage, he pinched Skylar's chin, viciously jerking her head upward as he examined her from

top to bottom. "Just who do you think you are?"

Immediately, Skylar started to tremble, yet she couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or anger, or maybe both.

The only thing she could feel was the sharp pain in her jaw, which made breathing difficult for her.

And she didn’t like that, not one bit at all.

Acting upon instinct, she picked up a bottle on the inky-black coffee table, thinking to teach this man a

lesson. I won't betray Jeremy again.

But before she could bring the bottle down, someone grabbed her arm and stopped her. Tobias flung

her arm away and narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse as he warned, "Don't ruin everyone's

fun here. Get out."

Skylar sighed in relief, opening her eyes to glare at Tobias with hatred. "Gladly, Mr. Ford. Thank you for

your leniency."

Noticing the dirty look she was sending him, Tobias' mouth quirked up slightly, but there was a hint of

frigidness to it.

Then he took the bottle from Skylar’s hand. There was more than half a bottle of vodka left in it. He

looked at Skylar with a sinister smile on his face as an idea formed in his mind.

"Don't rush to thank me. I wasn't done talking just yet... Finish up this bottle of liquor."

Skylar was taken aback for a moment, but soon her initial surprise vanished. To her, this man was

nothing but a devil, an indignity she had to carry for the rest of her life, and there was nothing he wasn't

capable of doing.

In order to escape sooner, Skylar raised the bottle to her mouth and gulped down its contents. The

alcohol gushed into her mouth and flowed down her throat, causing a hot burning sensation in her

stomach.

Seeing the agonized look on Skylar's face, Tobias draped an arm around her shoulders and leaned

over to whisper against her ear, "You’re quite a good drinker, Ms. Jones, and it seems like you're really

short of money. Tell you what. I'll give you three hundred thousand for every bottle you drink." The

alcohol had already hazed Skylar's brain, and she threw all sense of reason out the window, along with

her manager's warning to avoid offending anyone here.

With eyes that were glowing red, she stood on her toes and grabbed the front of Tobias’ freakishly

unwrinkled shirt with both hands, right in front of everyone.

Then, she roared furiously, "Tobias Ford, you lied to me about the three hundred thousand last time. Do

you know how bad you f**ked me up? And now you wanna mess with me again? You crazy son of a

b*tch!”