Chapter 1188 At His Disposal

• 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.