Chapter 1011
Despite all themotion, Mallory chose not to inform Josie about the situation, believing that it was
up to Josie to decide whether she wanted to know or not.
When she regained consciousness, she didn’t even look at Mark.
On the day Mark woke up, Josie arranged for his discharge from the hospital. She instructed Mallory to
keep a close eye on Justin’s movements and then left alone, refusing anyone’spany.
In the early morning streets, the air carried the scent of a recently passed water truck. Josie touched
her bare arm, the breeze rustling her long hair, which she impatiently pushed back.
Her wrist still hurt when pressure was applied.
Unpleasant memories of that day flooded back to her. When Mark looked at her with such intense
hostility, he truly saw her as the most detestable person in the world.
She gently touched her dry eyes and found a nearby pharmacy. She bought a face mask that covered
her entire face. Only then did her heart, which had been in her throat, finally calm down. She felt a
sense of security and belonging.
Someone brushed past her, asking, “Hello, do you have any birth control pills?”
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“Which one do you want?” asked the cashier.
“Yasmin.”
The man’s voice sounded youthful. Subconsciously, Josie turned around, catching a glimpse of a tall,
slender figure. He wore a ck T-shirt and a ck baseball cap, exuding an air of superiority and
indifference.
Josie found a rehabilitation center and dedicated all her time to recovery. Meanwhile, she submitted her
resume to several constructionpanies in Rivodia.
asionally, she traveled between the two cities.
She deliberately kept this matter from Morgan, and no one else was allowed to know.
When she went for the interview, the venue was crowded. She was probably the only woman in the
field of architectural design. As soon as Josie entered, all kinds of gazes turned toward her—probing,
curious, surprised, and incredulous.
The middle-aged man beside her, wearing a tie, said, “Are you nervous? I’m a bit nervous.”
She remainedpletely still, seemingly unable to understand him. “What is there to be nervous
about?”
The other person fell silent for a moment, finding the woman’s demeanor truly unique.
After the interview, Josie removed her mask in the deserted, quiet hallway. Leaning against the wall,
she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She took one out and ced it in her mouth,
attempting to light it three times without sess. Frustrated, she forcefully flicked her lighter a few
times. She desperately needed the taste of nicotine to help stabilize her emotions.
Finally, the smoke began to waft upward, providing sce to her soul.
She had only wanted toe to the stairwell for a smoke to satisfy her cravings, but she didn’t expect
to overhear a conversation.
She didn’t expect that the conversation would be about her.
“What do you think of Josie’s work?”
The sound echoed from the corner downstairs. Josie couldn’t see the speakers, and they couldn’t see
her.
A somewhat impatient male voice responded, “Her ideas are good, but her hand seems unsteady while
drawing.”
“You can’t deny her professionalism.”
“Every applicant was among the top hundred in the industry. She was nothing special.”
“You’re being too harsh. Considering she’s a woman, what she has achieved is already remarkable.”
The man’s voice suddenly broke intoughter. “Did you really want to keep her here?”
Intrigued, Josie quietly stepped out, trying to catch a glimpse of the other person.
“I thought this woman looked really cool,” the other person praised without reservation. “Moreover, she
seemed like someone with a lot of stories. I have no reason not to keep her around. Besides, I wanted
to make a big ssh in the news.”
Lost in her thoughts, Josie let the ash from the cigarette she held between her fingers fall. It slipped
through the railing,nding on the man’s arm.
It was slightly hot.
Josie didn’t have time to dodge. A man immediately appeared in her line of sight. He wore a ck T-
shirt and a ck baseball cap. He tilted his head slightly to meet her gaze.