Ever since Dexter had taken a step back from the limelight, his public duties had significantly decreased. He only needed to personally step in for major decisions. Besides, they were in Rivodia now.
The man in the backseat wore a gloomy expression. He watched as Josieâs car went further and further away, his irritation mounting. âLetâs head to the hotel.â
Larry didnât react immediately. âHuh?â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
When Josie arrived at Arnoldâs office, she was pushed in a wheelchair by Moses. She looked haggard, and for a moment, everyone thought she was there to cause trouble when she said, âI came to find Mr. Mills.â
The receptionist asked nervously, âDo you have an appointment?â
âCall him directly and tell him a woman with a limp is looking for him,â Josie replied, finding the situation somewhat intriguing.
The receptionist dared not make the call. âMr. Mills is not here.â
Josie clearly didnât believe it. âToday is a workday.â
âMr. Mills never adheres to a fixed work schedule.â
Josie lightly tapped her wheelchair. âIâll wait for him here. Let me know when he arrives.â
She seemed to be here to cause trouble. Yet, the receptionist maintained a smile. âIf you donât have an appointment, Iâm afraid I canât let you wait here. Please, I must ask you to leave.â
Josie clutched the laptop in her arms and wore an innocent look. âIf I remember correctly, today is the deadline. If Mr. Mills asks about it, will you take responsibility?â
Upon hearing this, the receptionist immediately took out a pen and paper. âMay I ask your name for registration, please?â
âJosie Warren, but some call me Alice.â
In the end, the phone call was made. By the time Arnold arrived, half an hour had already passed. He wore an expression of irritation as if he had just woken up, his hair a complete mess. He was holding his car keys in his hand.
Everyone was terrified.
However, as Arnold entered the lobby and caught his first glimpse of Josie, his impatience had all but vanished, replaced by a subtle sense of guilt.
âIs it really that bad? Is there a need for a wheelchair?â
Josie blinked. âThe doctor said it might have to be amputated.â
Arnold slightly bent over, locking eyes with her. âI also have a copy of your medical report, so stop pretending.â
Josie simply gave up. âAnyway, I canât walk anymore.â
Arnold glared at her. âYouâre really pushing it, arenât you? My security guards are still bedridden. What more do you want?â
The lobby was silent, and upon hearing these words, Josie truly felt as if she had come to cause trouble.
But she remained silent. After a moment, Arnold had no choice but to take over Mosesâ position and push her into the elevator. âI give up.â
Arnoldâs office was just like anyone elseâs, a complete mess. Josie handed over the design drawing. âItâs finished. Iâm here on behalf of the team to let you review it.â
Arnold glanced at her. âYour team sent you, a disabled person, to come alone. Theyâre quite ruthless.â
âI want to gain your sympathy, Mr. Mills. Who could be more ruthless than you? You sent me straight to the hospital.â
When Josie spoke these words, she remained still, closely observing his expression. She distinctly saw a trace of discomfort flash across his face. Arnold raised an eyebrow. âI may be ruthless, but naturally there are those more compassionate than me. Dexter, after all, is someone who would risk everything for his beloved.â
Josie looked uneasy at the mention of Dexter.
Arnold studied the design drawing and asked, âJosie, you wouldnât be playing tricks on me with this blueprint, would you?â
The two exchanged glances. Josieâs expression was grim. âJust have a professional check it out. Iâm not in the mood to stake my reputation on your games.â
Arnold did not quite understand. âSo Iâve wronged you?â
Josie casually picked up a pillow and tossed it at him.