Chapter 302 Who Is That Woman?
He slowly turned and met Josieâs embarrassed gaze. At that moment, her heart beat furiously. The person he likesâ¦
âThe person I like is here.â
Everyone gasped. Josie shut her eyes.
âBut she isnât feeling well, so I canât dance with her.â
After that, Josie breathed a sigh of relief. She saw the manâs broad figure gradually back away and was slightly lost in thought. She had really overthought things when his gaze had met hers.
Tsk. I shouldnât have thought about it.
She raised her hand to look at her watch. She wanted to stay for another ten minutes before leaving.
Dexter replied, âI just finished.â
When are you coming back?â
She thought about it before deleting the message. Instead, she replied, âRest well.â
Laura was still busy socializing. Josie thought she was capable enough not to make trouble on such an occasion, so Josie left the hotel first. But she saw a familiar figure in the corridor.
Xanthe?
Xanthe exited the car and entered the hotel as the servers guided her. Shortly after, Arnold appeared and shook hands with Xanthe before walking together to the end of the corridor.
Why is Xanthe here?
Josie took a deep breath. By right, Russell and Carter Groupsâ partnership had ended. Xanthe had no reason to meet with Arnold. Was there something going on between the two of them?
She didnât think about it further and followed them cautiously. Her heels didnât make a sound on the soft carpeted floor.
They entered a room but didnât shut the door. Josie hid in a corner and faintly saw a young woman in a white dress appear. Josie couldnât see the womanâs face, but she looked fragile yet elegant.
The woman faced Xanthe, and Josie didnât know what the two were talking about. Xanthe hugged the woman.
Josieâs brows furrowed. Who is this woman? Is this the person Arnold mentioned? The woman he likes?
Just as she was pondering, a shadow towered over her. âHow long are you going to watch?â
Josie was startled and fell backward. Just as her head was about to hit the wall, the man caught hold of her and covered her mouth as he dragged her to the stairs.
âMmph!â
Josie struggled with all her might and panted as she stared at the indifferent man. âWhat are you doing?!â
He was in the room. When did he come out?
Arnold let her go and laughed in his rage. âI havenât asked you what youâre doing by snooping on my personal life.â
Josie suddenly lost her confidence and said softly, âHow is this considered your personal life?â
âWhat did you see?â Arnold put one hand against the wall and had a reckless smile as usual. âWhy?
Did you feel jealous, Mrs. Russell?â
âPfft!â Josie didnât hold back. âYou should know your limits.â
Arnold smiled calmly.
âWho is that?â She asked in the end. âWhat relationship do you have with Xanthe?â
Arnoldâs smile slowly dimmed. He wiped her lipstick with his fingers. âJosie, I donât tell you certain things for your own good.â
She didnât understand and shook her head. âI wonât be able to sleep if you donât tell me.â
He hung his head slightly and smirked. The two were very close. Josie wanted to avoid him, but she couldnât.
âGo home. Your driver must have been waiting for a long time.â After that, Arnold pulled away indifferently and entered the room again.
This time, he shut the door.
Josie was left confused. She didnât understand.
Moses had been waiting long and was smoking in the driverâs seat. âDexter called me and asked me where you were.â