Chapter 819 Once Shared A Kiss
Avoiding her was a deliberate move because she was aware of her identity. In other words, the mastermind intentionally concealed her identity, fearing that it might be exposed.
From the conversation between Dexter and Larry, Josie learned that Summer had given them the negative. Does she also know that Heather is also an imposter? What on earth are they trying to do?
Josie sat in front of the computer, lost in thought, unable to make sense of the recent turn of events. If it has to do with the Olsen family, does that mean I can trace Pop’s disappearance back to them?
With that thought, Josie suddenly felt like she had a clearer understanding of the situation.
“Josie.” Angel suddenly opened the door. “When did you get back?”
Josie quickly closed her computer and turned around. “Where have you been?”
“Mr. Bastille’s secretary invited me for a meal, and when I returned, you were gone.” Angel leaned in curiously. “I heard that you have a close relationship with Mr. Bastille. Is that true?”
Josie asked calmly. “Is that what his secretary said?”
Angel nodded in response.
“We were just ordinary friends who once shared a kiss,” Josie said, astonishing Angel and leaving her speechless, even though she had mentally prepared herself for it.
Angel inquired further, “Does that mean Mr. Bastille wanted to rekindle an old flame?”
“He must be dreaming.” Josie replied quickly, her gaze falling on Angel’s face. “Is it hot outside? Why is your face red?”
Angel felt a bit nervous, covering her face. “I-Is it? I don’t think so.” Then she hurried into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Josie watched her figure, her thoughts drifting away as if she had figured something out.
Josie was not initially keen on attending the event, but when the attendant who came to notify her mentioned that Dexter would be attending the party with a female companion tonight, her interest was piqued.
It was clear that the female companion was Heather, and because of that, Josie changed her mind and decided to attend the party.
Angel played along with the misunderstanding, “Let’s go pick out a beautiful dress to outshine everyone cise, shall we?”
Josie chuckled “The guests there are all capable businesspeople, so no one has the time to pay attention to their looks. This isn’t a social gathering for socialites”
Angel let out a sigh In the meantime, Josie picked out a ladies black jumpsum. It was subtly revealing at the chest, S**y yet sleek, bearing quite the resemblance to a business professional’s autre
Angel was surprised by the outfit Josie had chosen As Josie looked at her reflection in the miror, she could not help but remints about her innocent appearance when she first entered the professional
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12
Upon arriving at the venue, Josie noticed most of the ladies were dressed in a similar fashion as expected. Morgan was on stage, delivering a speech on finance. Josie raised a gla*s of wine, making a round of toast with everyone present.
Everyone was laughing, showing varying degrees of admiration for Josie. Over the past few days, she had not only managed to avoid appearing dispirited but also kept herself from making headlines with her ex- husband, Dexter.
It seemed she was a carefree woman who was unfazed by her past.
Morgan was speaking on stage when his gaze fell upon her, lingering for quite a while. Josie could feel his eyes on her, but she chose to look away.
The celebratory party was already halfway through when Dexter arrived fashionably late. He mingled effortlessly with everyone, his words and actions all perfectly appropriate.
As expected, Heather turned out to be his plus-one.
When the two walked side by side, Heather presented herself as if she were the future Mrs. Russell.
Just when everyone was speculating, Morgan finished his speech and stepped down from the stage. Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked straight toward Josie.
She watched him walking over with wide eyes, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
Morgan stood in front of her, asking Josie in front of everyone, “Are you happy with this venue?”
Josie raised an eyebrow, looking around without noticing anything out of the ordinary.
“That piano-we’ve played it before,” Morgan responded with a faint smile, looking at the piano on stage that shimmered under the spotlight.
