Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 737

Chapter 737 Kneel and Prostrate Yourself 

Josie rested in the hotel during the day and received Arnold’s call that night. 

He went straight to the point. “Follow me if you want more clues about Paul.” 

Josie had no idea what he was going to do. Still, Arnold was the only person she could rely on 

in Rivodia. 

He told her to come to La Oriele. 

Thus, she rushed there and saw Arnold dressed in bright clothes, looking like a male model. He was eye-catching as he stood at the entrance with a group of subordinates behind him. They each held a box. 

Josie pursed her lips. “Which hostess caught your eye? Are you going to redeem her for yourself?” 

Arnold placed a hand on her shoulder. “I hit Robert with a liquor bottle yesterday, so I came to apologize.” 

Josie stood still and listened. 

He continued, “Since you started the incident, you must be there too.” 

Josie turned around to leave, but Arnold grabbed her arm and smiled. “Please play along. I’ve told him you’re my woman. We need to apologize properly today, no matter what.” 

Josie was confused. “You knew this would happen. Why didn’t you control yourself yesterday?” 

“I wanted to, but no one tried to stop me.” 

“I did!” 

“Are you sure?” 

Josie was rendered speechless. 

Speaking of acting, Josie had perfected her skill through numerous practices since marrying. Dexter. Thus, she could play a role despite not having time to prepare. 

She took off her jacket, revealing a flowy dress beneath. Then, she immersed herself into her role and held Arnold’s arm before heading in with him. 

“Hubby, you must apologize to Mr. Quincy properly. What happened yesterday was your 

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fault.” 

Arnold was delighted. “Call me ‘Hubby’ again.” 

Josie glared at him. 

They arrived at a large private lounge where Robert was already seated in the key seat. A few other people were also in the room, including Mr. Vipera. 

Robert complained unhappily when they entered. “What kind of attitude is this? You asked to meet. How dare you arrive late?” 

“I hear you, Mr. Quincy. It is indeed our fault.” Arnold stepped forward and pulled out a chair. He did not sit down but poured himself three glasses of liquor. The liquor was as clear 

as water. 

“I’ll drink these as an apology to you.” 

He finished all three glasses immediately. 

Someone exclaimed, “Mr. Carter has an admirable alcohol tolerance level.” 

Robert snorted. “Your little tricks won’t work on me.” 

His head was bandaged. Josie was pleased to see him injured.