"Jo." Dexter's veins bulged as he held her hand, refusing to let go. He then spoke calmly and decisively, "Josie_"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared from behind, accompanied by a familiar voice. "What are you doing?"

Josie looked up in astonishment, only to find, to her surprise, that Morgan had appeared. He clenched his fist and swung it directly. Dexter happened to turn his head at that moment, receiving the punch squarely.

A muffled sound echoed.

Dexter subtly turned his face away, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Immediately after, Morgan grabbed his collar. "You dare to show up. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Those words were blunt, and the actions were equally so, clearly displaying an irritation that had been building up for quite some time.

Dexter gripped his wrist tightly, skillfully pushing him away. "What's gotten into you?"

Dexter didn't retaliate, not wanting to resort to violence in front of Josie.

but Josie sensed something was off. She immediately positioned herself

herself in public, and her patience was nearly exhausted. She turned around

Morgan said, his

with him the scent of blood. With a wicked smile playing on his lips, he

firmly held his arm. She was clearly annoyed as she said, "Is

it and simply complied. "Mr. Russell, it seems that the crisis at Russell Group isn't keeping you busy enough. If you

ignored him and fixed his gaze on Josie. "Stay

then asked, "Where

respond to anyone. She weighed

take you," he said, opening the car door

to sit down, realizing that it was impossible to hail a cab

again, "If you're looking for Paul, you don't need to go

the car door. His expression stiffened subtly, almost imperceptibly. But looking at Josie, it was clear she had heard, yet

mirror had dwindled to a mere speck. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet

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