Chapter 905
Without a car of her own, Josephine could only hail a ride to the rural Tourmaline Estate.
Standing at the intersection, she hailed a cab.
After getting in the car, another figure suddenly approached from behind the car and pulled open
the door. They climbed in to sit next to Josephine.
Josephine stared at Zayne with confusion in her eyes. "Are you stalking me, Zayne Severe?"
Zayne''s neck stiffened. "Who, who, who''s following you?"
He spared Josephine''s curvy figure a disdainful gaze and gulped. The words he spoke were the
complete opposite of the thoughts in his mind. "Who would want to stalk a t-chested woman like
you?"
Josephine raised a fist and began to hit Zayne. "I''m a D cup! What’s this condescending look you''re
giving m e?"
"D cup?" Zayne asked doubtfully. "I’d say C cup at most."
The taxi driver grew ufortable. "Cough cough, where would you two like to go?"
"Tourmaline Estate." "Eminent Limited"
Josephine red at Zayne. "Be a gentleman. Ladies first."
Zayne pulled a face and pleaded, "But I''m in a rush. Can’t we go to Eminent first?"
Josephine relented. "Alright."
The car made a turn back toward Eminent Limited.
20 minutester.
The taxi arrived at Eminent Limited.
Zayne pulled Josephine out of the vehicle with him by her hand. "Come down with me. I''ll drive you
to Tourmaline Estate when I''m done with the things I have to do."
Josephine hesitated, the voice in her head reminding her that Zayne was a married man and that
she should keep her distance from him.
Yet her body seemed to move and follow him before she knew it.
Walking into Eminent, Zayne’s easy-going expression grew thoughtful. The easy-going mirth on his
handsome features shifted into a look that was sterner than a veteran''s.
Looking around Zayne’s Eminent Limited, Josephine found that thepany was in a state of being
closed.
There were no employees at work and the offices were cleared as well as emptied.
"What happened to yourpany, Zayne?” Josephine asked in shock.
Zayne smiled heart-rendingly. "Thepany went bankrupt."
Josephine felt her heart clench at the mncholic and nostalgic look in Zayne''s eyes for Eminent.
She attempted to console him, saying, "So what if you''ve gone bankrupt? What was the saying
again? It''s better to lose the saddle than the horse. This might just be a small price to pay to avoid
greater misfortunes. Who knows, maybe everything will go smoothly from here o n out."
She added with a mischievous tone, "Though I suppose you would be rather broke now."
Zayne was despondent. "I would rather die."
"To live is better than to die." Josephine red." You''re not a child anymore. Being broke doesn’t
warrant death. There''s nothing to be ashamed about being broke."
With a dark expression, Zayne marched toward his office.
Josephine followed after him.
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Zayne''s office was empty with not even an office table in sight. There was only the rather new-
looking English bed at the corner of the room.
Next to it was a standing hot water dispenser.
On the opposite wall was a projector along with numerous CDs and DVDs on the television cab.
It was a homebody set-up.
Josephine could not help but tease, saying, "I see they don’t call you the spendthrift of Swallow City
for no reason, Zayne. There’s not an item of work furniture in your office. Instead, all I see are
recreational ones."
The pupils in Zayne''s eyes darkened as he stared at Josephine in shock.
Everything here was prepared for her.
Josephine took a walk around the room. Turning around, she found Zayne staring at her with an
unusual glint in his eyes. With a terrifying expression, he approached her with his hands behind his
back.
Uneasy, Josephine backed up against the wall and questioned him, fear apparent in her voice,
"What are you doing, Zayne?"