Ever since Dexter had taken a step back from the limelight, his public duties had significantly decreased. He only needed to personally step in for major decisions. Besides, they were in Rivodia now.


    The man in the backseat wore a gloomy expression. He watched as Josie’s car went further and further away, his irritation mounting. “Let’s head to the hotel.”


    Larry didn’t react immediately. “Huh?”


    “What?”


    “Nothing.”


    When Josie arrived at Arnold’s office, she was pushed in a wheelchair by Moses. She looked haggard, and for a moment, everyone thought she was there to cause trouble when she said, “I came to find Mr. Mills.”


    The receptionist asked nervously, “Do you have an appointment?”


    “Call him directly and tell him a woman with a limp is looking for him,” Josie replied, finding the situation somewhat intriguing.


    The receptionist dared not make the call. “Mr. Mills is not here.”


    Josie clearly didn’t believe it. “Today is a workday.”


    “Mr. Mills never adheres to a fixed work schedule.”


    Josie lightly tapped her wheelchair. “I’ll wait for him here. Let me know when he arrives.”


    She seemed to be here to cause trouble. Yet, the receptionist maintained a smile. “If you don’t have an appointment, I’m afraid I can’t let you wait here. Please, I must ask you to leave.”


    Josie clutched theptop in her arms and wore an innocent look. “If I remember correctly, today is the deadline. If Mr. Mills asks about it, will you take responsibility?”


    Upon hearing this, the receptionist immediately took out a pen and paper. “May I ask your name for registration, please?”


    “Josie Warren, but some call me Alice.”


    In the end, the phone call was made. By the time Arnold arrived, half an hour had already passed. He wore an expression of irritation as if he had just woken up, his hair aplete mess. He was holding his car keys in his hand.


    Everyone was terrified.


    However, as Arnold entered the lobby and caught his first glimpse of Josie, his impatience had all but vanished, reced by a subtle sense of guilt.


    “Is it really that bad? Is there a need for a wheelchair?”


    Josie blinked. “The doctor said it might have to


    be amputated.”


    Arnold slightly bent over, locking eyes with her. “I also have a copy of your medical report, so stop pretending.”


    Josie simply gave up. “Anyway, I can’t walk anymore.”


    Arnold red at her. “You’re really pushing it, aren’t you? My security guards are still bedridden. What more do you want?”


    The lobby was silent, and upon hearing these words, Josie truly felt as if she hade to cause trouble.


    But she remained silent. After a moment, Arnold had no choice but to take over Moses’ position and push her into the elevator. “I give up.”


    Arnold’s office was just like anyone else’s, aplete mess. Josie handed over the design drawing. “It’s finished. I’m here on behalf of the team to let you review it.”


    Arnold nced at her. “Your team sent you, a disabled person, toe alone. They’re quite ruthless.”


    “I want to gain your sympathy, Mr. Mills. Who could be more ruthless than you? You sent me straight to the hospital.”


    When Josie spoke these words, she remained still, closely observing his expression. She distinctly saw a trace of difort sh across his face. Arnold raised an eyebrow. “I may be ruthless, but naturally there are those morepassionate than me. Dexter, after all, is someone who would risk everything for his beloved.”


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    Arnold studied the design drawing and asked, “Josie, you wouldn’t be ying tricks on me with this blueprint, would you?”


    The two exchanged nces. Josie’s expression was grim. “Just have a professional check it out. I’m not in the mood to stake my reputation on your games.”


    Arnold did not quite understand. “So I’ve wronged you?”


    Josie casually picked up a pillow and tossed it at him.