Chapter 87

Chapter 87 The yacht was parked at the Delisisle River. Josie was standing in the waiting area of the port with an unpleasant expression.

“Ms. Yates, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. The receptionist smiled at Josie and motioned for the latter to get on the yacht.

The wind at the port was piercingly cold.

Josic hesitated for a moment and then walked in.

She did not believe Spike would turn a blind eye to Henry’s matters.

“Have you eaten?” Spike sat at the dining table and seemed to be enjoying the scenery.

“Let’s go straight to the point.” Josic sat down opposite Spike.

“Ms. Yates, I’m Henry’s father, Spike said as if he was deliberately introducing his identity.

“So? Josie frowned.

“As a father, I have the right to care about my son’s relationship. Why did you have to divorce him?” Spike asked. indifferently, his tone utterly void of emotions.

Josie could see that he was not concerned about his son’s marriage but whether Josie would become a threat to him and his son.

“As a father, have you ever done your duty for him?” Josie felt ridiculous.

“He has my blood in his body. That is a fact.” Spike was as calm as a millpond and was not infuriated by Josie.

“I don’t need to inform anyone about my divorce with Henry. It’s my freedom.” Josie looked away.

Spike quietly pushed two photos toward Josie. “Here’s Charles from the Larson family, and here’s Samuel from the Turner family. Which is the one you like?”

Josie’s heart clenched suddenly. She inexplicably felt a strong sense of threat from Spike’s words.

“Whether I want to divorce or remarry and who I want to be in a relationship with has nothing to do with you and Henry.” Josie’s breath was trembling.

“Sir, Mr. Quinton is back,” whispered Spike’s assistant beside his ear.

Josie noticed that when Spike heard the word “Mr. Quinton, a trace of gentleness appeared in his ice–cold eyes.

He somehow looked very much like a father, Josie frowned. Who is this Mr. Quinton?” she wondered.

“Dad!” An excited voice sounded from outside. The person who came in was a tall man who was about six–foot–tall. He looked extremely handsome and very similar to Henry. However, he looked open and carefree and had none of Henry’s domineering aura or calmness.

It was obvious that the man was well–protected by Spike.

“I just returned home from abroad and was brought here by Mr. Curtis when I got off the plane. What’s the good news?” Quinton Taibbi sat down beside Spike. The father and son’s relationship looked close.

1/4 Chapter 87 “This is Ms. Yates,” Spike introduced with a smile and a kind look in his eyes.

Josie could not understand the situation clearly, but she clenched her fingers so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She thought to herself, “Did Spike summon me here to witness the love between their father–and–son duo?”

“Sir, Mr. Gibson is also here... Spike’s assistant added.

“Tell him to come in.” Henry was also his son, but Spike’s face instantly darkened and looked cold as ice.

Josie could see the changes in Spike’s expression, as it was not a slight change but a dramatic one.

If it had been before, she would have felt sad for Henry.

Henry walked in quickly with a darkened face.

When his gaze fell on Josie, Henry spoke in an extremely deep voice. “Jo..”

“I just asked you guys to come over for dinner. Don’t be nervous.” Spike was a little displeased.

“Come on, let’s go home. Henry held Josie’s hand, showing no respect toward Spike.

“Henry?” Obviously, Quinton did not acknowledge Henry as his brother. His eyes were bright, full of disdain and provocation. “Dad, why did you ask him to come here?”

“Sit down” Spike’s tone was highly threatening.

Josie could feel Henry’s fingers tightening around hers.

Finally, Henry compromised.

Do you have any plans to remarry?” Spike did not beat around the bush but went straight to the point.

“I was the one who suggested the divorce. A marriage without feelings won’t last long.” Henry took on all responsibilities.

Josie took a deep breath and did not understand why he was talking nonsense with Spike here.

“In other words, there is no plan to remarry?” Spike asked again in a serious tone.

Henry gazed sideways at Josie.

If Josie agreed, he would remarry.

“No, there is no chance that we would remarry,” Josie answered, enunciating each word clearly. Her words were meant for Henry’s ears.

Henry’s gaze darted, and his expression looked complicated “Ms. Yates, do you have a boyfriend now?” Spike pointed to the photos on the table.

“No! Even if we are divorced, I still see her as my sister. I will help her arrange everything, whether it is marriage or the choice of boyfriend.” Henry looked at Spike with a dark gaze.

“Do you have anyone in mind? Mr. Gibson, I invited you here today to introduce Quinton. He has just returned from studying abroad and is still single.” Spike and Henry talked as if they were picking dishes for a meal. It was as if Josie was merely a puppet that had no choice but to follow their arrangements.

“Quinton had just returned home from abroad after graduation, and he’s about the same age as Jo. He’s a good candidate.” Henry remarked casually.

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Chapter 87 But obviously, Spike was very satisfied with Henry’s words Josie looked at Henry subconsciously. “An ex–husband helping his ex–wife to choose a candidate for a relationship? How ridiculous!” she thought.

“Mr. Gibson and Mr. Spike, are you two giving a two–man comic show? Or am I dead to you?” Josie gazed at Spike coldly.

Quinton, who was sitting at the side, was also dumbfounded, and his eyes fell on Josie.

He was having a good time abroad, but he was arranged a “girlfriend” as soon as he returned home. What was even more ridiculous to him was that the “girlfriend” was Henry’s ex–wife.

t was a little exciting.

Quinton raised his eyebrows and leaned back against his chair lazily. “I’m okay with that. It’s Ms. Yates, isn’t it? You look like my cup of tea.”

I’m so sorry. I’m not interested in anyone from your family of immoral and despicable people. You may continue your quality father–and–son moment.

I’m leaving now.” Josie could not stand it being in that room full of mad people anymore.

Josie’s legs were trembling. She propped her hand on the table for support and stood up, walking straight out.

But at the door, two bodyguards reached out and stopped her. Obviously, they did not plan to allow her to leave.

“Are you trying to hold me here illegally?” Josie took out her phone and planned to call the police.

As soon as the phone was taken out, the bodyguards grabbed it before she could do anything.

Losing her balance, Josie fell to the ground.

With slightly reddened eyes, Josie felt even more that these people were stark raving mad.

Henry sat quietly with his hands balled into fists and his teeth clenched. His gaze was steady.

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Chapter 86 Una curvy para el Alfa Chapter 16 Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities Chapter 2139 Quinton narrowed his eyes and laughed as he teased, “Mr. Gibson, is it because your ex–wife is not cooperative enough, or is it because Ms. Long is too good in bed that made you abandon such a beautiful wife?”

Henry looked at Quinton with a deep and frosty gaze.

“If she does not cooperate, you can teach her slowly. It depends on who is the one who teaches her. I think Ms. Yates has the potential to be trained well, like a piece of marble that could be carved into a beautiful statue... Quinton stood up and walked to Josie, leaning over to grab her.

Josie looked at him in fear and retreated in panic Quinton burst out into laughter again. “Ms. Yates, are you so afraid of me?”

“I’m afraid of you crazy beasts...” Josie’s eyes reddened. With a lump in her throat, she took a deep breath and gripped the fruit knife she’d brought with her when she left the house.

“Dad, since it’s for me, can I take it away?” Quinton turned around and smiled at Spike. However, he kept his eyes on Henry. who had kept silent the whole time. Quinton’s gaze was full of provocation.

Spike remained silent and looked at Henry as well.

Josie looked at Henry for the last time. There was still a trace of hope in her eyes.

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