"What do you want me to clarify?" Dexter asked, a cigarette clamped between his teeth, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

In just a few minutes, the overwhelming pain he had been experiencing vanished without a trace, and he regained control.

"Russell Group was established by my father, with the initial capital accumulated by him," Dexter said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Of course, my grandfather also played a part. Beyond that, there's not much else to say." He paused, his eyes cold. "They're both gone now. If you don't believe me, feel free to dig deeper."

"You... So, what about Mandarin Oriental Hotel? We've found that since its inception, it has been involved in quite a few shady businesses. Do you have anything to say about that?"

The staff's imposing presence remained undiminished. After all, they had tackled tough opposition before.

Dexter actually gave it some thought and replied, "Mandarin Oriental Hotel is a landmark of Wavery, so everything is done legally. It has generated quite a bit of tax revenue for Wavery's tourism industry. If there were any issues, it would have been investigated by the higher-ups long ago."

"Dexter, stop playing dumb. Everyone knows that Mandarin Oriental Hotel's existence isn't entirely legitimate."

"Is there any evidence?"

"There's a difference between the information you tell us honestly and the information we find out ourselves."

Dexter flashed another smile. "Paper and pen."

party assumed he had come around and promptly handed pen and paper

wrote a name on it. "If you want to investigate, I can provide a lead for you. You can look for this person. He approved Mandarin Oriental Hotel's paperwork back in the day." The other party immediately took it. Upon recognizing

you. It was

to write the person's name, the other

to Russell Mansion. It was late at night, and

few days, crying himself to sleep every night, calling out for his father." Under the faint glow of the car's headlights, traces of tears could still

filled

"Thank you, Ms. Marilyn. Dexter m-might not be back for a while. Please, take good care of

around, leaving Grape there on her own was something Josie absolutely couldn't

then said, "I

vehicle echoed. She was the first

asked in a hushed tone, "You haven't gone to bed

a long time, and I was

Grape woke up in Josie's arms. She rubbed her eyes

your grandparents' place. Your daddy's away on a business trip, so I brought you here,"

Grape was delighted, but she was

head to the kitchen

Claudia made ricotta-filled ravioli.

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