Looking up, he saw a woman in a white dress approaching quickly. She walked up to Zach and pulled his hand down. âWhat are you doing? Youâve caused trouble for me again.â
It was unmistakably Heather.
With a reluctant sigh, Zach put down his hand. âShe deserves a slap.â
With a sense of guilt, Heather looked at Josie. âIâm sorry. You should go ahead.â
The playful expression on Josieâs face immediately vanished when she saw Heather. She glanced at Angel and headed straight for the elevator.
She had barely taken two steps when Zachâs voice came, sounding impatient. âWhat are you here for?â
âToday, Iâm accompanying Dex to an event. I donât need you stirring up trouble at this critical moment!â
Heatherâs voice wasnât loud, but it was very clear.
Angel looked up anxiously, only to see Josieâs face expressionless, as if she was unaffected.
Before stepping into the elevator, the person in charge of Mandarin Oriental Hotel finally stepped forward. âMrs. Russell, we apologize for the inconvenience earlier. It really wasnât our intention-â
Josie interrupted, âEvery businessman has his own set of principles. I can understand that.â
After the incident, they were unsure of Dexterâs stance. They didnât know if she would still be his wife, so naturally, they didnât dare to lend a hand.
She could understand that.
The studio was keen to secure the design rights for a piece of land and needed to meet with the minister of the Ministry of Land and Resources. He was attending a function at Mandarin Oriental Hotel that day, and that was her only opportunity.
âIâm sorry.â The secretary emerged from the door with a look of regret on her face. âMr. Campbell is busy.â
It was indeed challenging to arrange a meeting with officials of such rank, especially when matters were still unresolved. It was only natural to avoid meeting to prevent any suspicion.
Josie saw it coming, so she answered, âThank you for your efforts.â
However, just as she turned around, he saw a person of similar status rushing over. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the secretary, he was let in.
Angelâs eyes widened in anger, and she stomped her foot. âHow can this be? Why do they get. to go in?â
Josie feit a bitter taste in her mouth, realizing that her current status was even more precarious than when she had nothing at all.
âMs. Warren, I have a solution,â the secretary said, unable to bear the situation any longer.
âPlease give me your advice.â
âGo find Mr. Russell, plead with him, and ask him to give you some authority. Things will be easier to solve then.â
Those words didnât help at all.
These people are all waiting for me to make a fool of myself. Josie found a place to sit and began to flip through the documents.
The location of the land was tricky. Without an experienced and highly skilled design team. taking over, that project wouldnât be handled properly.
Josie was very confident. In the entire Wavery, there were only three teams, at most, with that capability, and hers was one of them.
The other two companies were mostly industry leaders, not necessarily vying for that. project, so they were actually the top choices.
If theyâre not choosing me now, it can only mean this is a blatant act of targeting. Josie opened at separate room next to Arthur Campbellâs private room.
An antique, intricately carved screen partitioned the space in the middle.
Vague silhouettes of people could be seen, yet there was a strong sense of secrecy.
While stealing glances, Josie handed the menu to Angel. âWhat would you like to eat? You choose.â
Angel flipped it open and was taken aback by the numbers she saw. She whispered, âItâs too expensive. Do we still have money in our studio account?â
Josie didnât know whether to laugh or cry. âJust order.â
She was seated facing the screen, straining to see into the other room. At that moment, only Arthur was there. As dishes were served one after another on their side, there was finally some activity in the other room.
A man led a woman, followed by a few others, quickly filling up a table. Arthur exchanged pleasantries and shook hands with them.