Chapter 850 The Archery Club
After leaving the cafe. Josie still had a dinner engagement to attend. As Angel mentioned, the project for the seaside luxury hotel was underway. Several higher-ups were personally involved, and the investor of the project insisted that the person in charge must attend as well.
When Ang i handed it over to Josie for confirmation, Josie hesitated for a moment. “Is the investor related To Russell Group?”
She was genuinely afraid that Dexter might be among the attendees as it was something he was capable of doing.
Angel checked and said, “No, they’re not from Wavery
Only then did josie feel at ease and confirm her attendance at the dinner engagement.
The location of the dinner was an archery club. It was chosen because the investor was fond of it. When Josie arrived, Angel was already waiting outside and clutching a stack of documents.
“You came alone?” Josie took the documents and skimmed through them.
Work doesn’t involve personal feelings. Of course, I came alone.”
Josie glanced at her expression and continued to read the documents. “Ever since you returned from Rivodia, you’ve been impatient with Jade. What’s wrong?”
She saw through everything with such precision that it made Angel feel guilty. “Nothing…”
“Jade is a reliable, promising young man. In a couple of years, he will have everything he should have. Make sure you hold onto him.”
After Josie finished speaking, she closed the file and strode in. For her subordinate, her words were alread more than enough.
Angel quickened her pace to catch up and responded softly in agreement.
They arrived a bit early. The arranged venue was empty, brightly lit from within, and incredibly spacious In the distance, many targets stood erect.
Every kind of utensil was readily available, and the snacks had been prepared in advance. Josie came out after changing her clothes. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she looked very neat and spirited.
fley waited for a while, but no one came.
Josie was bored and wandered among the various bows and arrows. She casually picked up one. The longbow was full of tension. She then took an arrow, squinted her eyes, and focused on the target.
The bow was drawn to its limit Lier hand released with all its might, and the arrow shot out.
It hit the target right in the eighth ring.
Angel was surprised. “Ms. Je, you know archery”
Josie pulled out another arrow. “I’ve never played before. This is my first time.”
She discovered that she was quite talented.
She stared at the bullseye and shot another arrow. Her expression was tense as she played several times in
a row.
Her mind was filled with the words Justin said that day. The images of Heather and Paul kept replaying in her mind and stirring up confusion.
ust then, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from behind. Someone was approaching.
Following that, a familiar yet icy voice rang out. “Ms. Warren really has some good techniques.”
Josie frowned, and her back tensed. The arrow in her hand had not yet been released. Holding her bow and arrow, she slowly turned around. A clear figure appeared in her eyes a few meters away.
Her pupils contracted. With a sudden loss of strength in her hand, the arrow flew toward the incoming
person.
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
The arrow sliced through the wind with a whistling sound and narrowly missed the person’s ear as it flew
past.
“Mr. Bastille! Are you all right?” His companions, scared out of their wits, hurriedly rushed forward to
check on him.
The arrow grazed Morgan’s ear, and a faint streak of blood appeared. He touched it with his fingertip and chuckled lightly. “Such audacity.”
Josie stood still with her hands hanging loosely by her sides. There was not a trace of remorse in her demeanor, only an added touch of indifference.
Why are you here, Mr. Bastille?”
Morgan watched her take two steps back. He pulled out the arrow that was stuck in the wall before walkin toward her. “I’m an investor. Shouldn’t I be here?”
That was within her expectations. Yet upon hearing his response, Josie’s eyes still darkened.
She knew it.
“So… M. Bastille knows Ms. Warren,” one of the higher-ups quickly chimed in the moment he noticed the tense ation.
We’re old friends,” Morgan said with a sly smile. He stood in front of her and presented the arrow with both hands.
