What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 309

Josephine was still looking for Lewis.

However, Kiran grabbed her and got her to change into a weird outfit—a wooly short-sleeved cropped top, a pair of wooly white shorts, and a cap with rabbit ears.

Josephine looked into the mirror and felt like she had transformed into a rabbit.

"Let's go." Kiran pulled her along, taking the lead as they made their way out.

The cruise ship had already started moving, gliding slowly on the ocean surface toward the horizon.

Josephine followed Kiran through the crowd and corridors. They went up two floors to the topmost floor.

Guards stood sentinel, blocking Kiran and Josephine's way as they approached.

Kiran pulled out a black card. The guard saw it and let him pass.

Josephine followed him upstairs with her head in the clouds.

The vibe on this floor was entirely different.

It wasn't as sparkling as the level they were on; instead, it was dim and glum here.

The guests here wore all sorts of strange outfits. A random man who passed them by in a black leather jacket had a tattoo spanning half of his face. He looked exceptionally daunting against the dim lighting.

Frightened, Josephine hugged Kiran's arm.

Kiran calmly led her forward until they reached the hall in the middle.

Wisps of smoke enshrouded them as soon as they stepped in. Josephine felt nauseous from the mixture of various perfume scents entwined with smoke.

The hall comprised several tables where the crowd was. They were making bets, shaking the dice, or dancing.

There was also a bartender.

Josephine had seen similar scenes on the television before; they were probably in a casino.

Kiran led her past the gambling area to a booth in the corner.

"You're here, President Kiran."

A few people had taken their seats. The man in the lead was a beefy, muscular guy with a scar on his face, Draco Godfrey. He greeted Kiran smilingly with a cigar between his fingers.

Kiran straightened out his suit before taking his seat. "Why choose here, of all places?"

Draco laughed. "It's good enough, isn't it? It has everything we need." As he spoke, Draco glanced at Josephine. "Why did you bring this young lady here? Is she your girlfriend?"

Kiran picked up a glass on the table. "She's someone else's."

"Oh?" Draco smiled lustfully. "Could it be that you brought her for us?"

Kiran shot him a glance. "You can take her if you aren't afraid to die."

His words provoked Draco. Draco took a long puff on his cigar and thrust it into the ashtray. "Hah! There's only one thing I, Draco Godfrey, am not afraid of—and that's death! C'mere, missy!"

Seeing his ferocious appearance, Josephine naturally refused. She curled up beside Kiran and tightly clutched his sleeve.

Draco saw that and laughed. "Look at her! You can't believe anything that comes out of Kiran's mouth. Look how intimate she is to him! Someone else's girlfriend, my ass."

Everyone else laughed.

Draco felt his mouth grow dry as his gaze fell on Josephine, who looked as though a slap would send her flying. He asked Kiran, "President Kiran, are you willing to share?"

Kiran answered, "I told you, you can take her."

"For real?"

"Why don't you try?"

Draco immediately signaled to his subordinate, who walked toward Josephine right away. He grabbed her arm and dragged her along.

Josephine held on to Kiran's arm, refusing to let go. She shook her head desperately.

Kiran was unfeeling.

Draco's subordinate peeled off her fingers and lifted her with ease. Stumbling, he dragged her to Draco, shoved her on the sofa, and her cap fell.

Josephine instantly sprung up and attempted to flee, but Draco hugged her around the waist, pulled her toward him, and forced her to sit on his thighs.

He reeked of cigar smoke and the stench of sweat. Josephine got a whiff of his odor, and her stomach was in tumult.

Draco saw her reddened eyes. However, she didn't utter a sound. He sensed something off and asked, "A mute?"

Kiran drank his wine impassively. "Isn't that obvious?"

Draco sized Josephine up with interest. Her struggles were negligent. In fact, the more she struggled, the more she resembled a wild kitten—a mute untamed kitten.