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?

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

office, the air was thick with smoke. Josie coughed a

going on? He doesn't seem

constant smoking habit, but now he had gained

rather uncooperative. The investigation team couldn't find much.

changed. "Is this even

It's the higher-ups pulling the strings. As long as the top brass doesn't give the word, it's going to be hard

wasn't as simple as a

what Dexter's bitter smile had meant that

would entail, yet he had still rushed

a pang of sadness welling up within

An image of a

to

The investigation team might trace

specifically instructed him to

it before, but seeing her so anxious now, he couldn't help

the accelerator, heading straight back

The sound of conversation from within echoed, and a servant

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