Chapter 811: Chapter 812 Declaration Of War

“Josie!” Morgan called out, trying to snap her back to reality.

Josie shuddered, but she couldn’t regain her composure no matter how hard she tried. Arnid the surrounding clamor, she shrugged off Morgan’s hand and mumbled, “It’s nothing”

Heather had already promptly put on her coat to cover her birthmark. Dexter instructed someone to take her away to change her clothes, then turned to Eugene and asked, “Have you had a good time?”

Eugene wouldn’t dare to overstep, knowing full well that Heather was the precious daughter of the Olsen family. “Of course, of course.”

The group dispersed quite quickly, leaving only a few people from before in the private room.

Josic stopped drinking orange juice and poured herself a glass of red wine, which she downed in one go, Morgan was taken aback and snatched the wine glass from her, exclaiming, “What a waste! Is this how you drink wine?”

Josie sat quietly, her soul seemingly miles away.

After changing her clothes, Heather emerged, only to find Morgan staring at her. “How brave of you, Ms. Olsen,” he said, “I commend your courage for stepping up under such circumstances.”

Heather’s face flushed for a moment. She walked over to Dexter and said obediently, “It’s fine. We shouldn’t spoil the mood.”

Dexter sat on the couch, lost in his thoughts. Heather cautiously asked. “Dex, I came in last place. I’m afraid I’ve embarrassed you.”

He gently pinched her soft palm, his expression a playful smirk. “It doesn’t matter what place you’re in.”

Eugene hurriedly stepped forward to apologize, saying that he might have been offensive due to the influence of alcohol earlier, and asked Heather for her forgiveness.

Heather didn’t make a fuss, but she poured herself a glass of wine and approached Josie. “I haven’t had a drink with Ms. Warren all night. Please accept my toast,” she said.

Josie was taken aback by Heather’s sudden friendliness. She tried hard to regain her composure and asked, “A toast? For what?”

Upon close observation, one could see a hint of nervousness in Heather’s eyes, even a touch of pleading.

She was pleading for something.

“Of course, I should thank you for finally agreeing to divorce Dex and freeing him from his misery.” Her sudden remark raised eyebrows among everyone present.

Josie remained seated, unmoving. She glanced at Dexter and smiled. “Should I congratulate you then for finally seizing an opportunity?”

As she spoke, she poured herself a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Heather, and said, “Here’s to your successful rise to power.”

Heather glanced at Dexter, her nervousness increasing. My feelings for Dex began when I was five or six. No one can compare.”

After she finished speaking, she carefully observed the changes in Josie’s expression.

“I’ve already wished you success.”

Josie didn’t react much, as usual, as if she didn’t notice the birthmark on Heather’s body.

Heather slowly sighed in relief.

“Heather.” Dexter’s voice was deep as he ordered, “Come back.”

The tension in the room was palpable, spreading throughout the entire private room. The open declaration of war between the two women left only Eugene in a state of shock.

D-divorce? Isn’t Josie’s first love Morgan? How… how is she also Dexter’s ex-wife?

With a slap to his forehead, Eugene finally realized that Dexter’s ex-wife was indeed Josie.

So, the situation today… was this!

Josie watched as Heather slowly walked back to Dexter’s side. The latter was oblivious to her gaze, a gaze so intense it was almost venomous.

“I’ll take you home,” Morgan offered, breaking the silence.

Josie immediately stood up and walked straight out of the private room, saying, “Thanks.”

She walked swiftly, her footsteps falling silently on the carpet.

She never believed that such coincidences existed in the world. Not only were hers and Heather’s birthmarks in the exact same location, but they also looked identical. Even twins couldn’t achieve such a similarity.

Somehow, Heather had accomplished that.