Chapter 1014: Chapter 1020

“Jo.” Dexter’s veins bulged as he held her hand, refusing to let go. He then spoke calmly and decisively, “Josie—”

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared from behind, accompanied by a familiar voice. “What are you doing?”

Josie looked up in astonishment, only to find, to her surprise, that Morgan had appeared. He clenched his fist and swung it directly. Dexter happened to turn his head at that moment, receiving the punch squarely.

A muffled sound echoed.

Dexter subtly turned his face away, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Immediately after, Morgan grabbed his collar. “You dare to show up. Don’t you have any self-awareness?”

Those words were blunt, and the actions were equally so, clearly displaying an irritation that had been building up for quite some time.

Dexter gripped his wrist tightly, skillfully pushing him away. “What’s gotten into you?”

Dexter didn’t retaliate, not wanting to resort to violence in front of Josie.

Morgan was about to step forward, but Josie sensed something was off. She immediately positioned herself between the two, exclaiming, “Enough!”

She certainly didn’t want to embarrass herself in public, and her patience was nearly exhausted. She turned around and asked Morgan, “Why are you here?”

“I went to your house to look for you, but I didn’t expect to run into you on the road,” Morgan said, his voice slightly slurred. He pulled Josie behind him. “Don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, he won’t be able to bother you.”

Dexter approached, carrying with him the scent of blood. With a wicked she should be afraid of is you.”

Morgan couldn’t tolerate such provocation and was about to step forward again, but Josie firmly held his arm. She was clearly annoyed as she said, “Is there an end to this?”

Upon noticing Dexter’s gaze falling on their touching posture, Morgan also became aware of it and simply complied. “Mr. Russell, it seems that the crisis at Russell Group isn’t keeping you busy enough.

If you need more work, I’d be happy to oblige.”

Dexter ignored him and fixed his gaze on Josie. “Stay in Wavery.”

Morgan then asked, “Where are you going?”

Josie didn’t respond to anyone. She weighed her options and said, “I’m going back.”

Morgan immediately followed. “Let me take you,” he said, opening the car door beside him.

After a moment of hesitation, Josie decided to sit down, realizing that it was impossible to hail a cab in that area.

Just as the car door was about to close, the man a few steps away spoke again, “If you’re looking for Paul, you don’t need to go to Rivodia. You might find some clues if you come to me.”

Upon hearing these words, Morgan paused momentarily in closing the car door. His expression stiffened subtly, almost imperceptibly. But looking at Josie, it was clear she had heard, yet she showed no reaction.

Having driven a considerable distance, the figure of Dexter in the rearview mirror had dwindled to a mere speck.

Morgan then spoke somewhat cautiously, “About what Dexter said just now—”

“I’m tired. I want to sleep for a while,” Josie interrupted him and closed her eyes.

Morgan stared at her emotionless face for a while before finally retracting all the words he had intended to say.

Upon reaching her residence, Josie got out of the car directly. She thanked Morgan, who was following her. He said, “If you ever grow tired of everything in Wavery, come with me to Rivodia.”

Josie remained silent, pressing the elevator button. “You should leave, Morgan.”

The two exchanged a serious look, and the latter understood everything, nodding in response.

“Regardless of the time, you can always come to find me.”

Josie was not someone to be pressured. If pushed too far, she was capable of anything, a fact that Morgan deeply believed.

Upon returning to her residence, she found that most of her belongings had already been moved. Her lease was about to expire, and she couldn’t stay there much longer.

She sat by the bay window, once again recalling Dexter’s words.