âSince youâve invested in La Oriele, do you know Mr. Dalton?â asked Josie.
Morgan leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly saying, âWho in Rivodia doesnât know?â
âHave you met him?â
Morgan seemed to be thinking. âIâve met him once. He was wearing a mask, so I donât know what he looks like.â
Josie snorted coldly. âWith a personality like yours, shouldnât you dig until you find the truth? Arenât you curious about his background?â
âIn business, itâs all about profit. As long as he can bring me returns, I donât need to know who he is or what he looks like,â Morgan reminded, toying with the knife and fork in his hand.
Josie furrowed her brows, feeling the chasm between the two of them growing wider and wider. âLa Oricle is no place for the virtuous. Youâd better back off if you donât want to drag the Bastille family into this.â
Morgan remained seated. âAre you showing concern for me?â
JosiÄ gritted her teeth. âI have a grudge against them, and Iâm just afraid that when the time comes to.
settle scores, youâll be roped into this.â
The amusement in Morganâs eyes became more evident. âYou dare to provoke Mr. Dalton?â
When Josie recalled how Wayne almost took her life, she couldnât help but wish to kill him. âWhy should I be afraid of him?â
Sheâs as brave as ever. Morgan nodded. âIndeed, thereâs no need for you to.â
Josie couldnât be bothered to argue with him any longer. Hence, she left directly, but she couldnât find.
Angel. She circled around but couldnât find anyone. Instead, she got lost and ended up standing outside an emergency exit.
She was about to leave when suddenly she caught a whiff of smoke. It was a familiar brand, the one that Dexter often smoked.
In response, she approached the staircase, and sure enough, she saw the flickering flames.
There, she heard Larry speaking. âMr. Russell, we just received news. The higher-ups have already signed a cooperation agreement with the Carter Group. However, thereâs a high chance that our people can intercept the deal. Arnold wonât be able to succeed.â
Dexter remained silent, neither approving nor disapproving.
Larry hesitated for a moment before handing over an envelope. âFrom Ms. Olsen.â
Dexter inhaled deeply, discarded the cigarette butt, and stomped on it. Then, he picked up the envelope to open it. After checking the content inside, he spoke in a heavy tone. âToday is the third day.
She sure knows her place, and thereâs no way sheâll dare to gamble. After all, we also have her photos.
If they were to be released, she would no longer be the future heir of the Olsen family.â
They also have the photos? Josie pondered. asked Larry.
Upon hearing that, Josie suddenly understood what Dexter held in his handâ¦.
âHow many years has it been since his father passed?â Dexterâs voice was slightly hoarse from smoking.
âIt should be about six or seven years now,â answered Larry.
âGo handle it.â Dexter neednât specify what to do for Larry to understand. The latter promptly turned.
around and left.
Dexter stood in place for a while, his figure thin exuding a melancholic and quiet aura.
He turned around with an envelope in his hand. Josie took the opportunity to walk out, and they crossed paths.
Dexter wasnât surprised in the least. He handed over an envelope and a lighter, saying, âDestroy it or keep it. Itâs up to you.â
He knew all along that she was there.
Josie didnât respond, feeling she couldnât understand that man. âWho planned this?â
âSummer is unwilling to speak. Handing over the negatives is her bottom line.â Dexterâs hand paused in mid-air as he smiled mysteriously. âWhy couldnât Arnold have been one of the people who planned this?â âHe couldnât have done it, considering he was badly injured at the time.â Josie answered quickly, Dexter responded to her with a hint of mockery. âDonât forget, heâs Mr. Daltonâs man.â
Josie hesitated but still took the envelope, feeling a small USB drive inside.
She hadnât seen Dexter for several days. He was absent from the conference, so she speculated that he might have gone to the hospital to treat the injury on his back.