“Three-quarters of the cash was stolen, and you’re saying it has nothing to do with you?”
Not long ago, when the bodyguard came to report, he was so frightened that he fell to his knees. “The guards have all collapsed in the warehouse. T-The cash is gone too…”
No sooner had the words been spoken than Arnold’s entire face changed color. In the end, he was almost laughing in exasperation. “You wench. You’re quite something!”
“You know, I’m just one person. How could I possibly have managed to move so much cash by myself?”
Arnold nodded. “We had just left the port of Wavery not long ago. It seems they made their move while you were holding Josephine hostage. In Wavery, who could possibly do your bidding?”
Josie listened to Arnold’s analysis. He immediately dismissed the idea of the police being involved. “The Olsen family? Impossible. If it were them, they could have destroyed my boat. Considering the level of caution and meticulousness, the party involved could only be the Russells.”
As expected, he knows me like the back of his hand. Josie changed the subject. “Arnold, aren’t you worried now that the money is gone? Mr. Dalton will surely want you dead. It seems we’re destined to meet our end here.”
“I’m certain it’s the Russells,” he continued, affirming his speculation. “It seems Dexter was also involved.”
“You guessed right,” Josie responded immediately. “But Dexter was unaware. Don’t forget that before Old Mr. Russell passed away, he left me many things. Among them was the authority to command the Russells, having them do my bidding. It wasn’t difficult.”
Arnold turned her face toward him, forcing her to look at him directly. “Whether Dexter knows or not isn’t important. What’s crucial is that he’s about to find out.”
Josie’s heart sank. “What are you trying to do!”
Arnold had already risen. Without his support, she tumbled off the bed.
He looked down at her from his superior position. “As long as you are in my hands, what wouldn’t Dexter dare to do? I’ll make sure he obediently returns all that cash.”
Josie’s pupils dilated, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
“You always assumed I’d be exceptionally tolerant with you, Josie, but you were mistaken.” Arnold strode out, instructing his bodyguards, “Dock the ship for a rest and throw her into the water dungeon.”
Upon receiving his orders, the bodyguard promptly stepped forward, dragging Josie toward the exit. As her skin scraped against the floor, it immediately left a trail of red marks.
The water dungeon, as the name suggested, was surrounded by sturdy stone walls. It was a two-tiered structure, with a water reservoir on one level and a prison cell on the other. Once the mechanism was activated, water from the reservoir would flood the cell, causing anyone inside to suffocate within a short period of time.
Josie was locked in the cell, the water level rising to her chest and still gradually increasing. She couldn’t take deep breaths, nor could she sit down to rest. That kind of torment was nothing short of a slow torture.
She tilted her head back, the only light coming from above. Arnold was standing right there, holding up his phone to record. “Do you think Dexter will lose his mind if he sees this?” he asked.
“Arnold!” Josie struggled desperately, the chains thrashing in the water, sending up sprays. “Don’t be a coward! This is all my doing. He has nothing to do with it!”
Arnold crouched down, aiming for a clearer shot. “From this moment on, it will! You asked if I should have fired that shot. If I had really killed you, where would my leverage be?”
So, this is what he’s been aiming to achieve. Josie finally gained clarity. When it came to cunning, she would never be able to outwit him.
Arnold’s expression was cold and indifferent, his gaze devoid of any affection as he looked at her. He instructed his bodyguard, “Don’t add any more water. Let her stay just like this. I don’t want her to die yet.”
“Understood!”
However, even such intensity was enough to ravage a person’s body and torment their will.
