Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Josie's patience was thinning rapidly, her voice laced with urgency, "Offload everything immediately! Believe me, Arnold, reversing course is still an option. I'm not trying to deceive you." Arnold, with an air of defiance, spread his arms, a smug smile curling the edges of his lips. "The ship has already embarked on its journey, Josie. There's no turning back from this point forward." As the ship distanced itself from the shores of Rivodia, it seemed to Josie that Arnold was setting course for international waters. "Don't you think I'll call the authorities on you?" she challenged. "And what exactly would you report?" Arnold queried with a hint of amusement.

"Smuggling illicit goods," Josie shot back.

"Have you actually laid eyes on them?" Arnold's question was pointed, underscoring the lack of concrete evidence on Josie's part.

She exhaled deeply, frustration evident in her tone, "I didn't involve Dexter in this matter. I made the decision to come here by myself."

Arnold, his curiosity piqued, gave her a measured look. "Ah, that explains the absence of Dexter's crew outside. But have you considered the risks of venturing here solo? The potential loss you might face, especially concerning your daughter?"

His skepticism was palpable as he boldly moved to disarm her, brushing aside the gun she aimed at him. "Where's your accomplice hidden?"

Speaking with earnestness, Josie disclosed, "Before stepping onto this dock, I took a couple of guards into custody. If you doubt my words, feel free to search the premises. You won't find anyone accompanying me."

Their gazes locked, Arnold weighed her sincerity, pondering her motivation for coming alone.

implore you, reconsider your

laughter filled the air, a response devoid

That's the reason I came here, to persuade you to reconsider." Her words were steeped in sincerity. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

words could sway me?"

Scar's frantic interruption from the control room, alerting him to the gun in Josie's hand. Arnold's gaze briefly met Scar's before he chose

madness, I'll have no

laughter deepening. "Did Dexter teach you to shoot? Are you quick

Josie confessed, "but bullets aren't known for their discrimination, Arnold. Regardless of the outcome, I consider this a win. Having lived as long as I have, dragging an adversary like

amusement evident. "So, you knew I was doomed tonight and

perplexed by his words, her expression one of confusion. "What do

is colossal. Should this ship fail to reach

Mr. Dalton's handiwork, then?"

an affair would be straightforward?"

he harbored no