“What about Rachel? Don’t you want to see her?” he insisted.

“I don’t want to, at least not for now.”

“Mark is awake, and the two elders feel guilty towards you. They also wish to see you.”

“I don’t want to see them,” Josie coldly rejected him, then left his lounge and him behind.

Upon reaching the ground floor, she looked back up at the top of the building.

Once upon a time, she felt that he was standing up there all alone and she should keep him company, but in the end, she found herself badly hurt from doing so.

Josie returned home and tried to sleep. However, Dexter’s words echoed repeatedly in her mind, preventing her from getting a good night’s rest. When she was rudely awakened the next day, she felt somewhat irritable.

It was a call from Charles, the newly appointed mayor of Wavery. He had invited her out for a meal.

As Charles was an influential contact her grandfather had given her, there was no reason to refuse. Moreover, she still had to rely on the police regarding Paul’s disappearance, so she agreed to the meeting.

just arrived with breakfast when she overheard the conversation.

furrowed her brows but still

was already noon. It was Charles’ lunchtime, so he didn’t bring any

the private room, Charles called for the waiter as he took a seat. “I’ve learned about the recent incident,” he said. “I know it’s been tough for you and it wasn’t your fault. Rachel, who previously worked as an assistant within the government,

Josie made no comment in

waiting for a while, the waiter finally came in. He was tall, dressed in a uniform, and wore a baseball cap on his head. He also wore a face mask, maintaining a low profile as he bowed

was my failure in judging people that caused me to be tricked

words were somewhat tinged with a

a decade or two older than her, was admiring her at

in her early twenties, yet

next to him. “What are you planning next? Are

Olsen family, Josie understood what

his new official position, Charles needed support, inevitably finding himself

lips together. “May I

aback, but he

the menu for quite some time before she finally looked up to call the waiter. “Give us one seafood ceviche, one grilled pork ribs, one beef stroganoff, two lobster thermidors, and a bowl of minestrone. Hmm… Mr. Zimmerman,

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