Josie endured a fitful night’s sleep, jolting awake multiple times in the darkness. Consequently, she appeared somewhat pallid and fatigued as dawn approached.

Despite her evident misery and exhaustion, her innate elegance remained undiminished.

“You’re up quite early,” remarked Emily, her surprise evident. “Mr. Olsen just headed out for his morning run, and Mrs. Olsen is still in bed.”

Perplexed, Josie took a seat and asked, “Morning run?”

That didn’t seem right. Mark had been in poor health in the past, often visiting the hospital. How could he now have the energy for morning jogs?

Noting Josie’s confusion, Emily explained, “Yes, Mr. Olsen always has this habit, saying it’s a way to stay physically active.”

Such a habit must have been cultivated only within the past couple of years.

Josie nursed a splitting headache, gesturing to Emily for a cup of coffee. Her mind started to drift, replaying Justin’s words once more.

Something wasn’t right. Justin had always been opposed to her going back to the Olsen Residence. Yet yesterday, he seemed oddly indifferent, dodging the issue altogether.

She glanced up to see a brand-new Rolls-Royce flawlessly parked at the entrance. A flamboyantly dressed man emerged,

Olsen? Why the sudden

his purpose evident. Ignoring the servants,

him. She eased

onto the table, his face twisted in fury. His glare bore into Josie, his voice dripping with

an eyebrow.

and forcibly pulling her away.

swiftly broke free, pivoting to pin Zach’s arm against the

agony, Zach struggled desperately. “Let me

Zach’s voice rose to a frantic pitch, “I said let go,

you know my name, you still challenge me.” Josie leaned in

spat at her, a sneer contorting

don’t blame me for not showing you

fraught with worry and unsure of what

to escalate things with Zach. Sustaining the struggle had taxed her strength more than she anticipated, prompting her to

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