Josie stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, and her skin was fair, even more radiant than her gown. It seemed as if the gown was made specifically for her.
For many years, she had intentionally avoided wearing white clothes.
“Josie,” she whispered softly.
I’m Josie, not Alice.
The corridor was brightly lit, filled with groups of wealthy and noble young people. They held their wine glasses, engaging in casual conversations. Occasionally, a beautiful woman would pass by, but they wouldn’t even bother to look at her.
However, when Josie walked out, their eyes lit up. Clutching her handbag, Josie walked down the long corridor. As she turned the corner, she suddenly heard a suggestive sound.
In the corner room, with the door partially open, a woman’s seductive moan echoed from within.
Josie glanced over, uninterested in such matters. However, it was this very glance that made her stop abruptly.
Just moments ago, she caught a glimpse of the woman’s face. There was a distinctive mole under the corner of her eye, making her easily recognizable.
Laura!
Isn’t she supposed to be in Wavery? How did she end up in Rivodia? And what are the chances of her being here?
Over the past two years, Josie hadn’t been in contact with Laura. Yet, today, she was able to recognize her at first sight.
Engrossed in their activities, they failed to notice the person outside. The man’s voice was deep and almost inaudible. With his back turned to her, Josie couldn’t identify him.
But judging from his figure, she was certain he wasn’t Zach. In the past couple of years, there hadn’t been any reports of misfortune befalling the Olsen family.
Josie lowered her gaze, stepping out of the long corridor. Dexter stood tall and dignified at the entrance, surrounded by numerous executives eager to approach and engage him in conversation.
However, none dared.
“The clothes suit you well,” Dexter said, his gaze fixed on Josie as she approached him, a hint of affection in his eyes.
It wasn’t that the clothes complemented her, but rather, she complemented the clothes. She had changed her makeup, making it almost impossible to recognize her true face. Instead of responding to that, Josie said, “I just saw Laura. She’s with a man.”
Dexter’s expression subtly changed, but he wasn’t surprised. “Today’s headline in Rivodia is about her. Don’t you know?”
Josie glanced sideways.
The two walked side by side into the country club, attracting numerous fascinated gazes from the crowd.
Dexter of Russell Group wasn’t in the best of health, and he had rarely been active in the past couple of years. This occasion was indeed rare, and surprisingly, he was accompanied by a woman.
“How are things with the Olsen family?” Josie hadn’t intended to ask, but upon seeing Laura, she couldn’t help herself.
“Laura is managing things very well. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be making headlines for trivial matters, Dexter said with a smirk, his tone slightly cold.
Josie wanted to ask who the man was, but they had already reached the entrance of a private room. The bodyguard gestured for a body search and prohibited the carrying of recording devices.
Josie looked down. “Do I look like I could hide anything in these clothes?”
The bodyguard merely glanced at her figure and his face turned beet red. Mindful of the man beside her, he didn’t dare to make a move.
He didn’t dare to search Dexter’s body either. At first glance, it was clear that he was no ordinary individual.
So in the end, no one was searched. The door to the private room swung open, revealing an interior of luxury and grandeur, filled with a sweet, intoxicating aroma of wine.
Inside, the room was empty. Looking through the window, one could see people passing by on the street, creating a stark contrast between the two worlds.
After a while, a small group of individuals entered the room, “Mr. Russell, it’s been quite a while! I didn’t anticipate running into you today!”
Mr. Russell seemed to hold a political position, dressed in a suit and displaying a warm demeanor towards Dexter.
Dexter, on the other hand, greeted each person with indifference. “The main character is running late today”
Wayne had yet to arrive.
