Chapter 911 Drugging Him On the verge of tears, Scar was about to speak when the door to the ward swung open. Arnold walked out, his expression far from pleasant.
Scar quickly stood up, as if he had seen his savior.
âMr. Carter.â
Josie sat in the chair as Arnold scrutinized her.
The latter, now sober, gave Scar the side-eye. âWhatâs the matter?â
Scar tiptoed and whispered something into his ear. Arnoldâs expression remained unchanged. âGot it.
Take a team to handle it. Get it resolved by tomorrow morning.â
Upon receiving his orders, Scar complied and quickly departed, his actions bearing an uncanny resemblance to a hasty escape.
Josie could barely hold by her laughter as she looked on.
âWhy are you giving him a hard time?â Arnold pressed the elevator button.
âI enjoy it, you know,â Josie said, walking beside him. âHe keeps calling me instead. Does he think I have the aura of Mrs. Carter?â
The mirror in the elevator reflected their two figures, one tall and one petite, making for a peculiar yet compatible pair.
âStop messing around.â
Josie kept quiet, only asking after they left the hospital. âYour dad must really hate me, right?â
âWhat do you think?â Arnold pressed the car key.
âI did it on purpose.â
âIsnât obvious?â He finally glanced at her. âAre you satisfied now? Youâve avenged Dexter.â
âWhy did you bring me here then?â Josie asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Arnold, who was just about to open the car door, paused momentarily.
Even though he knew she had ulterior motives, he still brought her along. He himself couldnât make sense of the recent contradictions.
Perhaps I want my father to see her.
Seeing Arnold remaining silent, Josie continued, âIâm not doing this for him. Iâm doing it for Grandpa.â
Arnold wasnât sure how much he had taken in. He walked to the other side and opened the passenger door. âDrive me home.â
Josie stood still. âScar was just here. Why didnât you ask him to do it?â
âI forgot.â
Josie was rendered speechless.
Although Arnold owned a house in Wavery, he seldom went back there. He always felt it too empty and desolate.
Instead, he returned to the country club where he had an exclusive room on the highest floor. Nothing much had changed from before.
Josie was thirsty. She found a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. âThe first time I came here was with Dexter.â
Arnold took off his shirt and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Leaning against the door, Josie continued, âYou were in a meeting, and it seemed Heather was there too. The moment I saw her, I felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.â
As the sound of water echoed from within, Josie had no idea how much Arnold had heard.
âSpeaking of which, she started as your assistant. And now, sheâs become the daughter of the Olsen family. In the future, she might even marry Dexter. Honestly, donât you feel a bit unsettled?â
As Josie asked, she quietly took out a transparent pouch from her bag and dropped a pill into the wine glass.
Arnold didnât respond. After a while, the sound of water stopped. He came out, drying his hair. While doing so, he exuded an unbridled charm.
âMs. Warren, you coming home with me in the middle of the night will give others the wrong idea.â
Josie was puzzled. âWhoâs going to have the wrong idea?â
Arnold gave her a deep look, ultimately choosing to walk past her. âIf I had known she was the daughter of the Olsen family, I would never have let her be an assistant.â
âIf you knew, would you have made her yours?â
Josie held up a glass of wine and took a sip, then handed the other glass to him.
Arnold took it from her only after she had drunk. âHow will you drive home after drinking?â
âIâll head back tomorrow,â she said with an ambiguous smile.
âThis tactic is useless against me.â
Josie drained her glass in one gulp. âThen have someone send me home.â
Arnold frowned, seemingly at a loss with her. He took a small sip and clicked his tongue. âLouis XIII, you sure have good taste.â
Josieâs smile bloomed like a flower.
Two minutes later, Arnold collapsed on the bed, completely drained of energy.