For a moment, Josie felt like she had returned to the beginning.

She locked eyes with him, filled with resentment. However, Arnold could still speak eloquently, occasionally glancing at Dexter’s position.

She lowered her head and replied, You haven’t divorced Summer yet, have you? If she finds out, she’ll probably rush to Rivodia.

During the intermission, Arnold replied from an unnoticed corner, I guess at this moment her household register would read “widowed.” My name is Robyn, Ms. Warren.

Josie took a deep breath, and at that moment, a figure entered her peripheral vision. It was Scar, dressed in a suit. He walked over to Arnold and said something, to which the latter nodded. Then, he left.

She furrowed her brows, turned around to follow, and had just stepped out of the venue when Dexter’s call came through. “Where are you going?”

“I saw Scar. I want to ask him about it myself.”

“Calm down. He won’t tell you.”

“Then what should I do? Just sit around and do nothing?”

Right then, Arnold sent a photo. It was a picture of Grape frolicking in the garden.

completely. Arnold had already discovered her

her

right. The man in the venue stood up and walked to a quiet

“What’s wrong?”

promised me you would take good care

this case is on

you to promise me that

watching as Scar got into a car. Years of obsession made her walk quickly over to the other car and

can do this!

the answer from two

promptly hung up the phone and

headed toward the city center, where the traffic was heavy. Josie was on high alert, keeping a close eye on Scar’s car. To her surprise, his destination was La Oriele, which was

she had significantly improved over the past two years. Her driving skills were excellent, and she ended up crashing straight into the rear of

Scar’s forehead hit the steering wheel. He hadn’t expected her

slammed the car door shut. “Who the hell are you? How

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