Josie looked at him lying on the bed with her brows furrowed before she quietly left the room.

The advantage of always being treated as Mrs. Carter by Arnold's subordinates was that she could move freely in the club without arousing suspicion. Over time, Josie gradually accepted this identity. To her knowledge, Arnold had a study in the club. She searched around and found it locked, secured by a combination lock.

She bent over, seeing her own face through the gleaming door.

Birthday? No, that's not it. His wedding anniversary? That's not it either.

The lock indicated only one more chance to input the correct code. Josie's palms were drenched in sweat. She pulled out her phone to look up some information, then entered a number. Instantly, the door beeped and swung open.

It was the date Edward was sent to prison.

The study was spacious, filled with a multitude of documents and miscellaneous items. Josie walked in and closed the door behind her. She spent a good while rummaging around, most of what she found were materials related to the Carter Group.

She showed no interest in those things. Instead, she was busy exploring hidden doors and cabinets. Eventually, she found a cabinet where Arnold kept his tea leaves and noticed that it was locked.

There was a row of chamomile tea.

I have to guess the password again.

If she failed, an alarm would be triggered, which meant she didn't have the luxury of trial and

pounded like a drum, and it took her a good

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It was Heather's birthday.

Heather's. It's Liana's.

She was

Arnold set this

few documents. Among

photo on it was of Heather before she had plastic surgery,

subconsciously tightened her grip

handling a hot potato, didn't have time to look through it carefully. Hence, she stuffed

most luxurious private room was locked, clearly indicating someone was inside. She stopped a waiter. “Do

"A VIP?"

everyone

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hastily protested, "This isn't

"Since they are VIPS, they must be Arnold's friends. So let me entertain his friends on his

what he meant. "Mrs. Carter, I'm afraid

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