Chapter 786 Heart Torn Apart
“Heather?” Angel was also looking, and she instantly recognized the woman she had just met.
Josie’s heart skipped a beat. As their eyes met, an unspoken message pa*sed between them. Heather’s here, so what about Dexter? He’s surely here as well!
Josie quickly heard his deep, melancholic voice. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the timbre of his voice was highly distinctive and unforgettable.
She vividly remembered that this voice had once whispered in her ear repeatedly, uttering all sorts of embarra*singly intimate words.
Yet, it felt unfamiliar at that moment.
Josie’s expression suddenly turned cold, realizing she seemed to have fallen into a trap.
The gathering in the room was lively. As the alcohol flowed, the merriment only increased, with no signs of the party winding down. Arthur, in high spirits, suddenly asked aloud, “May I be so bold as to ask, are Mr. Russell and Ms. Olsen about to tie the knot?”
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Josie poured a gla*s of wine down her throat.
Angela tugged at her and said, “Ms. Jo, you can’t drink anymore.”
At that moment, Heather’s welcoming words could be heard from inside. “I’ll definitely send some celebration gifts to you when the time comes, Mr. Campbell.”
With a charming smile, Josie said, “I’m drinking to boost my courage.”
Their banquet lasted until ten o’clock.
Presumably out of fear that it would create a bad impression if word got out, they dispersed quickly.
Josie quickly led Angel to the underground parking lot. She walked briskly as if she didn’t want to give herself a chance to change her mind.
Angel originally wanted to gossip a bit, but seeing Josie’s expression was off, she simply shut
her mouth.
Car by car, they searched until they finally found Arthur’s vehicle. Josie, clutching the documents, knocked on the car door, but there was no response.
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She knocked again, and the car window rolled down. However, it wasn’t Arthur in the driver’s seat, but a grim-faced Dexter.
Josie’s smile froze on her face, her nose filled with the scent of alcohol. She couldn’t tell if it
was her own or his.
Angel was left outside, hearing no movement for a long time. She peeked out stealthily, only to see Josie nodding calmly and saying, “Sorry for the disturbance.”
After that, she quickly walked away. Angel, in a daze, followed her. “Hey, Ms. Jo!”
Heather in the pa*senger seat looked disheveled, hastily adjusting her clothes at the last. second before the window was rolled down. Even a fool could tell what had happened, and what was about to happen.
Josie couldn’t tell if Dexter had done that to annoy her.
“Really?” That was the first word Josie said to the man.
She had to admit that the moment she laid eyes on them, her heart ached uncontrollably.
“Ms. Jo!”
In the dimly lit basement, Angel was chasing after Josie with a pile of documents in her arms. She was walking so clumsily that she almost tripped. Instinctively, she reached out and managed to grab the hem of Josie’s clothes.
Angel looked up in confusion and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Josie was truly exasperated, feeling somewhat lightheaded. She rubbed her forehead and replied, “I’ve been tricked. Let’s call it a night. Can you manage to take a taxi home by yourself?”
Angel blinked, and in the next second, Josie had taken the documents in Angel’s hand, turned around, and walked into the crowd outside.
Once Angel gathered her thoughts, she shouted, “Be careful, okay? Don’t forget to have some hangover remedy!”
In response, Josie answered casually, “Understood.”
Honk! Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind, startling Angel, who was standing close by. She quickly sidestepped and shielded her eyes from the harsh glare of the headlights.
A Porsche 918 Spyder whizzed past her. As it did, she peered through the lowered car
window and caught sight of the man in the driver’s seat. Her eyes lit up with surprise and delight. “Mr. Russell!”
Dexter naturally didn’t hear it. His profile was extremely cold and stern. This time around, his pa*senger seat was empty.
