What Separates Me and You

Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Live-Streamed

Josephine followed the address on her phone, leading her to the restaurant’s second floor, where she discovered a private room. With a closed door before her, she stood outside and stared at the door’s number plate for two minutes before finally summoning the courage to

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A man’s voice came from inside, saying, “Come in.”

Josephine took a deep breath as she pushed open the door and entered. Mr. Walter was different from what she had imagined. He was not a balding and sleazy middle-aged man. He was thin, and his height was around five feet seven inches. He was not particularly good- looking but not ugly either. He wore black-framed glasses and had a slight slouch. Apiary from his skinny figure, nothing else about him made her feel uneasy.

Josephine secretly felt relieved when she saw Mr. Walter’s appearance. As long as she could form this partnership, Lewis would tell her Mrs. Jinkins’ whereabouts. With this in mind, she slowly walked toward Mr. Walter and greeted him with a bow.

“How should I address you, miss?” Mr. Walter smiled and stood up, reaching out his hand in

response.

Josephine gave him an apologetic look and reached out to shake his hand. Mr. Walter furrowed his brows when he did not get a response from her. He asked again, “How may I address you?”

Josephine pressed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed it to him. It was written on the screen, “Sorry, Mr. Walter. I can’t speak.”

Mr. Walter shockingly sized her up and said, “You can’t speak? Then how are we supposed to carry out the discussion?”

Josephine felt ashamed and lowered her head, unsure how to broach the topic. The lack of knowledge about the project they were meant to discuss left her at a loss, as Conrad had only provided her with the address. 1

Mr. Walter sized her up again. She was clad in a snugly-wrapped white puffer jacket, and the fur on the hood covered almost half of her face. She was so skinny that wearing thick layers could not hide that fact. Although her size was not to Mr. Walter’s liking, her face radiated beauty. She did not wear any makeup and had a clean-cut appearance. She looked immaculate at first glance, like crystal clear water. Her silent gaze, penetrating and clear, made him feel culpable, as if he had committed a grave transgression. Mr. Walter stared at her face, feeling astonished.

Josephine furrowed her brows, silently questioning him about their next course of action with her eyes. Seeing that he did not respond, Josephine raised her arm and waved it in front of his face.

Mr. Walter suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Josephine froze slightly. Mr. Walter came back to his senses and guided her towards the couch. With newfound clarity, he said, “I understand your company’s intentions. In that case, join me for a few drinks.”

Josephine looked at the wine on the table and fell into a daze. The prospect of consuming alcohol overwhelmed her, as she had never indulged in it before. Lewis had always forbidden her from touching alcohol; even during family gatherings, she would always be served juice at the table. When she was fourteen or fifteen, Lewis brainwashed her into thinking that women. would grow a mustache if they drank alcohol, and he did not like women with a mustache.

Seeing that she was in a daze, Mr. Walter felt a little upset. He asked, “You can’t speak, and you can’t drink. What’s your purpose for coming here then?”

Josephine snapped back to reality, catching a glimpse of Mr. Walter’s furious gaze. Feeling the weight of his anger, she nervously fumbled with her fingers, the awkwardness palpable in the

air.

“What did your superiors tell you when you came here?”

Josephine trembled. She recalled Lewis’ words in her mind, and the memories she had earlier were washed away instantly by his cold and indifferent demeanor. Josephine slowly reached. out and grabbed a wine glass from the table. She remained silent for a second before lifting the glass and pouring the wine into her mouth.

“Cough, cough…” As the alcohol slid down her throat, there was a burning sensation. It felt like a knife cutting through her throat. She bore the impact and clenched her teeth, gulping

down the wine.

Mr. Walter’s anger dissipated, and he chuckled. “That’s more like it. Wine is good stuff. Nobody talks about business without drinking wine.”

Josephine looked displeased. The wine tasted horrible to her. After she emptied her glass, Mr. Walter grabbed the decanter and filled her glass again. He said, “Is this your first time drinking? It’s fine. You’ll fall in love with it after drinking a few glasses.”

Josephine held her breath and gulped down the white wine again. Unbeknownst to her, a discreet red light was blinking incessantly in a hidden corner. Little did she realize that her every move was being broadcasted live on a streaming platform, all captured by that micro

camera.

Meanwhile, at a bustling bar, a youngster giggled as he looked at his phone.

“Are you going to drink or not? What are you watching?” Fred smacked the youngster’s arm.

The youngster came back to his senses and flashed Fred a sly smirk. He passed his phone to him and said, “New variation. Do you want to take a look?”

Fred shot the youngster a disgusted look, but curiosity got the better of him as he leaned in to catch a glimpse. The moment he saw the screen, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The video was streaming the image of Josephine drinking wine. She held the glass while Mr. Walter persistently refilled it. Her face was flushed. Although unwilling, she still obediently drank the wine that Mr. Walter poured for her.

Fred wondered if he saw it wrongly. He rubbed his eyes before fixing his gaze on the screen. again. The woman in the video looked just like Josephine. The way she dressed was exceptionally familiar, and her obedient looks matched his memory of Josephine.

The youngster beside him complained, “The host is so slow. Why is he leaving us hanging and not getting into the main topic?”

“What is this?” Fred felt like he discovered a new world.

“This is a live-streaming application showing videos taken in secret. It has explicit content like getting someone drunk, drugged sex, enticed sex …

“Fuck, send me the download pack this instant!” Fred grabbed his arms.

“I can’t. This application requires a member pass and approval from another member. I’ve sent out all my invite codes, so even if you downloaded the application, you wouldn’t be able to install it.”

Fred was speechless. He stared at the displayed amount of people watching the video. It grew to about two thousand, and the comments were also increasing. He pondered, “Why are there so many perverts nowadays?”

As the youngster typed to tell the host to get into the main agenda, Fred snatched his phone and dashed out of the bar.

“Hey! Why did you snatch my phone?”

Fred ignored him and ran out of the bar. He had some drinks earlier, but he was sober now. He drove his car toward Alvarez Manor. He also called Lewis while he was on the way. “Lewis, Lewis, there’s a huge problem. Josephine is being live-streamed…”

“He’s taking a shower.” It was Sierra’s voice.

Fred was speechless. He stepped on the brakes and pulled over at the side of the road, looking carefully at the number he dialed. It was unmistakably Lewis’ number. He could not believe that Lewis was actually with Sierra right now. Fred impatiently said, “Quickly pass the phone to Lewis. I have something to tell him.”

Sierra cast a quick glance towards the bathroom, silently expressing her frustration. If she

could enter the bathroom with Lewis, she wouldn’t have even been bothered to answer Fred’s phone call. However, a thought crossed her mind, and she asked, “You mentioned Josephine, something about a live stream? Josephine is live-streaming?”

“Give the phone to Lewis!”

“I won’t, and what can you do about that?”

“You …” Fred was pissed. He did not want to waste time quarreling with Sierra, so he hung up.

He turned to look at the live stream, and the number of viewers had shot up to three thousand and fifty. In the video, Josephine was already drunk. She was leaning against the couch weakly. Mr. Walter placed the glass into her hands, but she could not hold it straight. As she raised her hand, the glass fell onto her body and rolled to the ground.

Mr. Walter patted her cheeks and asked, “You only had a few glasses, and you’re already drunk?