"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.

her patience was nearly exhausted.

run into you on the road," Morgan said, his voice slightly slurred. He pulled Josie behind him. "Don't be afraid.

With a wicked smile playing

was about to step forward again, but Josie firmly held his arm. She

complied. "Mr. Russell, it seems

him and fixed his gaze on Josie. "Stay in

then asked, "Where

weighed

you," he said, opening

of hesitation, Josie decided to sit down, realizing that it was impossible to hail a cab in that

you're looking for Paul, you don't need to go to Rivodia. You might find

subtly, almost imperceptibly. But looking at Josie, it was clear she

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