Chapter 18

Josephine whipped her head toward Zayn. At that moment, she found herself almost impressed by how ridiculously confident he was. Tracking him? Scaring him? Coming here just for him? It was so absurd that it was laughable, in fact, that she couldn't even muster a smile. "Zayn, I'm here for Arthur's party. What makes you think I came here for you?" Zayn's lips curled into a devilish, cocky grin. "Oh? So, you're saying you came for the party, not for me? Then surely, you must have an invitation, right?" "I—" Josephine had barely started to respond when Nadine cut in, her voice dripping with smugness. "Mr. Forbes had to pull strings to get his invitation. As for mine, he spent ten thousand dollars securing it through private channels. "Unless you have some impressive connections of your own, I highly doubt you could've gotten your hands on one, no matter how hard you tried." Zayn's smirk deepened, his expression laced with self-satisfaction. "But if you don't have an invitatio