The two men accepted the cigarettes and cautioned, "Mr. Bastille, please behave yourself."

Morgan acknowledged their warning with a nod, and Josie was granted access to the courtyard house.

Morgan gave the back of her neck a playful squeeze and said, "I knew you had ulterior motives."

Josie, tired of pretending, met his gaze and asked, "Morgan, you have a secret, don't you?"

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Morgan said, "You know I'll sign the agreement one way or the other for you sake, so you don't have a reason to follow me all the way here. There is, of course, another possibility: you're in love with me. But of course, I dismissed that idea immediately."

Josie didn't know what to say. He sure is self-aware.

Josie glanced into the room. "Who's in there?"

"Stop asking," he said.

"Then I'll go in myself."

She was about to step inside when Morgan grabbed her. "Do you have a death wish?"

when a voice echoed from within. "Morgan,

voice didn't sound young. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

hand and led her inside. "I'm

with the scent of women's perfume that

square table. An elderly bigwig

eyes in the room focused on Josie. They were clearly surprised to

head of the table asked with a malicious smile, "Who's

to appease her." Morgan, with his arm around Josie's shoulder,

a moment, Josie didn't know what to

bowed respectfully. "I'm

"This girlfriend of yours seems innocent. So this is your type, huh? It's no wonder you're never interested in the

his seat and signaled for

I might

the

he had a straight in his hand of cards, but instead of playing it, he broke

as Lionel Zabel glanced

since Josie's status matched his,

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