Chapter 769 Next to Arnold
A bad feeling bubbled up. She clenched her fingers and turned back slowly. Blood rushed to her head. She had seen the last scene she wanted to see.
Her fingers dug into her palm. She was panicking, and her breathing was erratic. She patted his face. “Arnold! Arnold!”
The usual light sleeper did not respond.
Why is he in Wavery?
She fell to the floor. Raising her head, she looked through the only window in the room. It was bright daylight.
She bit her knuckles but could not stop the trembling. It was almost evening when she left home, and now it was bright outside. Dexter’s birthday had pa*sed.
She stayed a night with Arnold here, stark naked?
Josie put on her clothes swiftly. She tried to wake Arnold up to no avail. Her mind was cluttered. She pushed all the unthinkable thoughts to the back of her mind. The most important thing now was to save Arnold.
He was pa*sed out.
She smelled the air in the room. If she was correct, someone had put in drugs or something even worse, causing them to be light-headed.
They were in a remote place. Their phones were nowhere in the room. Josie spent all her energy and jumped out of the window. The fresh air was suffocating.
She ran frantically. Tripped by a stone, she climbed up and continued desperately. She had to get someone to rescue Arnold.
She did not even know how long she had been running.
She did not have her phone or any money with her. When she finally saw a road, she stopped a taxi. “Please send me to Mason… No send me to Russell Group, alright?”
When she recalled, Josie felt she had taken a path of self-destruction. She knew what had happened but hoped to prove that things were not as she had imagined. Dexter would also
reach out to her as usual.
Dexter was in his office. He received an unknown call. Joste’s voice was in distress Dexter..”
“I’m outside the company. I don’t have any money on me…”
He could not hear what she said after that. His heart felt like a pin cushion.
Larry went down in her place.
Reporters would have swamped the company if they had not directed the traffic.
When Larry arrived. Josie was standing next to the taxi. The driver was secretly filming her. Josie noticed him and was bewildered. “Why would you film me?”
Larry rushed forward. The driver did not even ask for the fare and sped off.
A pair of blank eyes stared at Larry. He could not bear looking at it with resentment in his heart. “Follow me, Mrs. Russell.”
Josie grabbed his hand. “Why did he film me. Mr. Peeple?”
Stiffly, he replied coldly, “You know what you’ve done.”
Dexter’s office door was opened. He stood before the window. His black clothes made him look forlorn. Josie moved forward slowly. Her steps felt heavy.
A rarely-seen cigarette was between his fingers.
Yet, even the smoke from it was black.
Josie’s voice was stuck in her throat. “Don’t smoke anymore since you’ve quit. It’s difficult to quit if you get addicted again.”
