Josephine had shed her usual ladylike attire for the evening and now dressed in a seductive outfit that might easily be mistaken for that of an establishment's hostess.

"What do you mean by this?" Dylan sneered coldly, finding her sexiness a bit nauseating.

"Oh? You're not brave enough to come in? Well, if you don't come in, then I have nothing more to say," she retorted.

"Heh…" Dylan gave a chilly laugh and pushed Josephine inside.

Sitting on the couch, Dylan remained unimpressed by Josephine's appearance, or perhaps he simply had no interest in her.

"Mr. Cunningham is indeed Mr. Cunningham. You're quite the daring one, aren't you? Mr. Cunningham...