The swimsuit was placed in front of Heather. She didnât move, seemingly a bit nervous, as she looked up at Dexter.
He seemed puzzled because what Josie had just said did make some sense.
âThe swimsuit is quite revealing,â she said.
Dexter only took a glance and said, âItâs a matter of a few minutes. Change it once youâre done swimmingâ
There was no pity for her in his words.
âDoes Ms. Olsen still have reservations?â Eugene, who was in high spirits, gradually became less enthusiastic, seemingly reproaching her for being overly concerned.
âNo.â
Feeling a bit disappointed that Dexter didnât stand up for her, Heather picked up her swimsuit and got up to change.
In the midst of waiting, Josie maintained a calm exterior, yet her palms were sweating with anxiety. She didnât even know what she was worried about. To be precise, it was more like anticipationâ¦
Morgan fetched a glass of orange juice. âHave a sip, it will help you calm down.â
Josie furrowed her brows, taking it over after a moment.
She stared at one of the women in the pool and suddenly said, âIâve seen this woman before, she works in La Oriele.â
Morgan was befuddled by her remark.
âThe fact that you managed to bring the ladies from La Oriele to entertain your business partners, Morgan, youâre quite something,â Josie said, a teasing smile on her face as she stared intently at him.
Morgan was only surprised for a moment before quickly returning to his usual self. âHave you been to La Oriele?â
Josie laid her cards on the table. âIâve been there, and I even saw you.â
He sneered. âNo wonder I thought the person that day looked so much like you. You didnât go with Dexter, did you?â
His voice was neither loud nor soft. Josie, afraid that Dexter might overhear, changed the subject.
âWhatâs your relationship with them?â
After changing her clothes, Heather came out. Morgan watched her as she walked toward him and said, The Bastille family has so many businesses. Is it strange for me to invest in one or two country clubs with potential for growth?â
Of course, it was not strange, but it just so happened to be La Oriele, which inevitably made Josie suspicious. She nodded. âAnyway, I have no evidence, so whatever you say goes.â
Heather walked up to Dexter. âDex, does this look okay?â
revealing. He glanced at her and said, âPretty good.â
âNow that everything is in order, letâs get started,â said Eugene, finally regaining his enthusiasm. Josie was standing too far away, and Heather was facing her, so she couldnât see her back clearly.
With a whistle from Eugene, everyone simultaneously dove into the water, swimming toward the opposite bank. Heather wasnât very good at swimming and was slow. By the time the group had almost finished swimming, she was just starting to return.
It was at this moment that Josie could finally see Heatherâs back. It wasnât very noticeable, but one could indeed make out a birthmark.
As she swam closer, Josie could finally make out the exact location of her birthmark.
At her shoulder blade, there was a tiny red birthmark, almost imperceptible unless one looked closely. It was shaped like a cloud.
Josie confirmed that she wasnât mistaken. Her body tensed. The glass she was holding slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor, and spilling orange juice everywhere.
Morgan was the first to stand up. âWhatâs wrong?â
Upon looking over, Dexter immediately saw the scene of Morgan protecting Josie behind him. The former was incredibly tense, while the latterâs lips were pale as if they had seen something terrifying.
Dexter made a move when Heather suddenly called out, âDex.â
He paused.
She extended her hand in the water. âPull me up.â
He lowered his gaze, his eyes landing precisely on her birthmark. It was that very mark that eased his furrowed brow, softening his expression slightly.
âGet up.â He bent down, pulling her up, ignoring the pain that tugged at the back injury.
Josie stared at Heather, her face pale and her hands trembling.