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

coughed

going on? He

couldn't comprehend Dexter's constant smoking habit,

rather uncooperative. The investigation team couldn't find much. They wanted to

"Is this

law. It's the higher-ups pulling the strings. As long as the top brass doesn't

wasn't as simple as

Dexter's bitter smile

had still rushed to

a pang of sadness

mumbled. An image of

to run out,

The investigation team might trace back to you, including the Olsen family.

specifically instructed him to keep a close eye

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

heading straight back to the

open the door. The sound of conversation from within echoed, and

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