Chapter 633 Like a Dog

Josie returned to the Mason Garden, where Dexter had already arrived before her.

“Where is Mr. Russell?” Josie asked the maid, placing her bag down and removing her coat.

“He’s in the study having a meeting with someone,” Julie replied, and then she hung up Josie’s coat in the closet.

Josie’s eyebrows furrowed as she asked, “There’s a guest? Who is it?”

“I heard Mr. Russell referred to him as Wyatt.”

Wyatt was here. What was he doing here so late?

Josie nodded in understanding. “Please help me prepare three cups of chamomile tea and send it to my room once I’m done showering.”

“Okay.”

The study was filled with confidential documents related to the Russell Group. Dexter trusted Josie implicitly, so the documents were not kept in a safe.

a few steps away from the stack of files, but he could

she was about to knock on the door, she saw Wyatt kneeling on the marble floor with a loud thud. His gaze was fixated on the calm,

foolishly, but he will change. Please give him another chance,” Wyatt pleaded

about what happened. After all, we’re family. Dexter, please

facing Dexter’s inscrutable expression. There was no guarantee what

carried himself with a dignified and confident air. It must have been a serious problem if he was willing

were white-knuckled as he gripped hold of a pen. “Wyatt,” he said, his voice eerily calm, “I had the highest hopes

after all,” Wyatt replied, his

bulging in realization. “He’s my biological uncle, but he showed me no mercy.” The words

Dexter on his knees, his hands grabbing Dexter’s pants. “The Russell Group has already recovered from the crisis. It won’t happen

over Wyatt’s hunched figure, Dexter used his shoes and firmly pressed against Wyatt’s chin, lifting his face to meet Dexter’s cold, hard stare. “You’re making me wonder how involved you were,” Dexter

ran down Wyatt’s spine, his whole body turning rigid from fear. He tried to shake his head, but he couldn’t

to forgive you for such an absurdity?” He lowered his voice to emphasize the

words.

a nauseating mixture of anxiety and apprehension. “I never conspired with outside forces

heavy silence hung in

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