Luckily, that window was still open.

Perhaps it was getting colder outside. Josie couldn't help but rub her hands together for warmth, her eyes sparkling.

Dexter looked at her through the mist, his brows furrowed in concern.

He didn't think she would come back.

Seeing the change in his expression, Josie quickly bent over and wrote on the glass: What's wrong? Did something happen?

Dexter couldn't speak. He turned around, fetched a pack of cigarettes, unwrapped the box, and lit one up.

He simply looked at her in silence, not making any move even after finishing his cigarette, and finally, he closed the window.

Josie's heart sank.

However, she quickly realized something was amiss. She hurried forward, stepping over the small pebbles, and picked up the wrapper he had torn off just moments ago. It still carried a faint scent of smoke.

There were two words written on it: Go back.

Her hand trembled. She barely managed to maintain her grip.

Did something really happen?

and immediately drove off to Russell Group. As expected, Preston

thick with smoke. Josie coughed a

He

comprehend Dexter's constant smoking

was hoarse as he said, "Mr. Russell was rather uncooperative. The investigation

"Is this

long as the top brass doesn't give the word, it's going to be hard

simple as a

Josie recalled what Dexter's bitter smile had meant that

yet he had still rushed to Newcove at the last minute to

of

mumbled. An image of a person

about to

"You're Dexter's ex-wife. The investigation team might

Dexter left, he had specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on

attention to it before, but seeing her so

on the accelerator, heading straight back to the

until she pushed open the door. The sound of conversation from within echoed,

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