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Chapter 375 My Heart Belongs Elsewhere
A wave of dismay washed over Josic, and the fleeting excitement dissipated. The contract
in her hands now felt like a sizzling hot plate, too precarious to handle. Lost for words, she
stammered. “This…”
This could be serious if caught red-handedly.
Arnold shrugged it off, “If things go wrong. Eileen will step in.”
Has she been used?
Josie was stunned for a while. “She seems to like you a lot,” she finally murmured.
Arnold remained indifferent, slowly capped his pen, and answered coldly. “My heart
belongs to someone else.”
Josie chose not to probe further. “It seems I have no choice but to go all out, even if it
means risking everything for this billion-dollar deal.”
The room fell into a long and deep silence.
A gentle rapping on the study door broke the silence as Eileen’s soothing voice chimed in,
“Are you finished? The mousse is ready to be served.”
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A gentle smile etched on Arnold’s lips as he cordially invited Josic, “Stay and have a meal
before you go.” Arnold’s mood changes rapidly and dramatically, displaying an intense
and unpredictable temperament. Taking a moment to observe her surroundings, she
paused and appreciated the house’s spotless cleanliness and meticulous arrangement.
The prevalence of pink-colored items throughout added an undeniable touch of
adorableness and charm.
Wyatt was shocked after signing the contract and immediately questioned Josie about the
source of the money. Without hesitation, Josie disclosed all the details.
Wyatt’s skepticism dissipated, and he enquired, “Josic, how did you and Arnold meet?”
… in some unexpected circumstances.”
Without prying further, Wyatt asked curtly, “Did he send those meals and flowers?”
Josie’s agitation grew as she gazed at the freshly delivered bouquet of roses.
She deliberately tossed the bouquet into the trash bin and said nonchalantly, “The news of
Arnold’s rumored engagement to a wealthy heiress is causing quite a commotion. You’re
reading too much into it.”
Her eyes caught sight of a card nestled among the blooms. Her mind flickered,
momentarily enticed to reach out and uncover its secrets. But she restrained herself,
resisting the urge to pick it up and uncover its
secrets.
Josie inadvertently left her laptop in Mason Garden as she left hastily after the meal.
Lost in her thoughts, she checked the time and assumed Dexter would still be engaged in
the meeting
discussing the Carter Group.
She drove off hurriedly in Wyatt’s car. As a foreign vehicle approached Mason Garden, the
security guards were prepared to intercept it. However, their surprise grew as the car
window lowered to reveal Josie. They exclaimed, “Madam…”
Josie made a conscious effort to park her car discreetly, but despite her best intentions,
she was inevitably
discovered.
The wistful dusk of autumn awakens a sense of solitude.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie handed the car keys to the servant and stood by the staircase leading to Mason
Garden’s interior.
She glanced at the servant and innocently asked, “Can I go upstairs to get something?”
The servant looked bewildered and answered, “Madam, you don’t need to ask me.”
She is Mrs. Russell, after all.
Josie chuckled wryly as she hurried upstairs, finding the master bedroom untouched. The
balcony revealed the pitiful state of the neglected potted plants, their soil dry and foliage
on the verge of wilting.
Josie glanced around, unable to find her computer in its usual spot. She searched
fruitlessly, considering going downstairs to look for it. Suddenly, a solemn and
commanding voice trailed along the corridor. “Why does Mrs. Russell sneak around like a
thief when returning home?”
Josie stood still as she peered down to see Dexter seated on the sofa downstairs. His gaze
held a mischievous allure, and a cold smile graced his lips.
Josie felt a chill run down her spine as fear and embarrassment enveloped her.
Had he been there all this time?