Josie found herself abruptly pulled into a close embrace by Arnold, their bodies entangled in a moment that blurred the lines between confrontation and intimacy. The cool evening air brushed against Josie's hair, casting a serene yet tense atmosphere around them. "Release me!"

Having secured the firearm from her grasp, Arnold stepped back, examining the gun with an air of contemplation. "Imagine Dexter's reaction if he were to see us now. I suspect he'd be less than pleased, to say the least," he speculated, half-jokingly.

Her focus shifted, catching Arnold off guard. "Everything you've just shared with me... was any of it fabricated?" she inquired, seeking truth amid the web of uncertainty that surrounded them.

Arnold's gaze shifted away for a moment, betraying a hint of discomfort. "Why would I fabricate such a tale? This vessel is rigged with explosives, hidden at its very core. Should Mr. Dalton catch wind of any betrayal, he won't hesitate to detonate them," he revealed, his tone somber.

Josie dismissed the notion with a shake of her head, "That doesn't add up. If Mr. Dalton had truly wished for your demise, you wouldn't have escaped unscathed from our first encounter. You're valuable to him; he wouldn't squander his trump card so recklessly."

The mention of their shared past elicited a chuckle from Arnold, though his amusement quickly faded, replaced by a serious demeanor. "Do you have any idea how I survived back then?" he posed the question, locking eyes with her, waiting for an answer that she did not have.

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battered, he sought an audience with Wayne, offering his loyalty and begging for

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apologies; it necessitated a journey through trials and tribulations. Arnold was cast into

arduous two years. Arnold rolled up his sleeve to show Josie the scars that adorned his arm-a vivid record of his past struggles. The skin bore the

no alternative," he stated, his expression void of emotion, a

unable to meet his gaze. While she felt no sympathy for Arnold, believing his current predicament to be the consequence of his own actions, his revelation left an

side, recounting how he was immersed in a medicinal spring, his wounds searing with pain as Wayne added more herbs to the water. "Reduced to such a state over a mere woman. Are you content now?" Wayne had

Arnold had vowed, "I will reclaim everything

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