Chapter 441 Let’s Meet Over Tea
Josie picked up the hair tie and saw a strand of long hair. It was blonde and curly, so Josie was certain it didn’t belong to her.
This must have been left behind by someone who entered our hotel room. Besides, this person is likely to be close to Dexter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have left her hair tie behind.
Julie asked. “Is there anything wrong?”
Josie put down the hair tie and shook her head with a smile. “Nothing
She slowed down her steps and went downstairs to see Dexter bending his body to arrange the plants.
Josie sank into deep thoughts. Ever since he rescued her that night, she had not heard the news of Eileen being implicated. However, the incident caused a sensation in the city. Dexter seemed to no longer avoid the topic of his wife and even appeared to have the intention to reveal Josie’s identity.
What about Summer? Is he not concerned about her anymore?
When Eileen’s father discovered that Eileen was involved in Norman’s incident, he threw a fit. Nonetheless, they were surprised that the consequences did not involve them and were relieved after the storm subsided.
That night, after learning that Josie had been rescued, Eileen immediately went to her father and begged him on her knees for protection. She knew she would be doomed since Josie
didn’t die.
However, there were no actions taken against her even after a few days, so Eileen was finally
at ease.
One day, she received Arnold’s invitation to meet on the top floor of the Carter Group. Arnold uttered gently and charmingly, “Eileen, I owe you an apology for the previous incident. Let’s meet over tea, so I can apologize to you personally, alright?”
Eileen’s heart pounded heavily as the grievances she had been suppressing the past few days surfaced. “Arnold, do you… mean it?”
“Of course.”
The Carter Group’s office was equipped with top-notch facilities. A professional secretary was assigned to show Eileen the way. “This way, please, Ms. Shaw.”
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