Josie squinted her eyes. The surveillance footage was from a different private room in Mandarin Oriental Hotel.
She had been there before with Dexter.
In the footage, there were several people, with the man she had in mind occupying the central position.
His eyes were sharp. He had a touch of coldness and disdain yet exuded a strong presence, Sitting beside him was Mark, and to his right was Laura. She didnât recognize the others.
Seeing Josieâs confusion, Morgan introduced, âDirectors from the Olsen family and Russell Group.
Havenât you seen them before?â
With his reminder, she vaguely recalled that she had.
âWhere did you get this surveillance?â
Being able to monitor Dexter in his own territory was a skill in itself.
Morgan didnât answer but continued to watch the screen with a composed expression.
Before long, someone entered the room. It was Larry, carrying some documents. He distributed them one by one and said, âMr. Olsen, I just received some news. It seems like Mr. Carter might not make it.
Ms. Summer is not feeling well again.â
Markâs face turned sour.
Dexter sneered, his gaze turning icy.
âMr. Olsen, if Sumâs condition canât be treated in Wavery, it might be better to send her abroad.â He casually flipped through the documents, his eyes filled with mockery.
Markâs expression kept changing. âAs long as Arnold accompanies her, sheâll be fine.â
Dexter didnât confirm or deny it, but his tone was mocking.
âThe application of artificial intelligence will inevitably hurt traditional industries first. Mr. Olsen, I appreciate your help in coordinating this.â He signed his name at the bottom of the documents without hesitation.
The others followed suit after seeing him sign.
In his chair, Markâs expression changed slightly as he stared at the documents in front of him. âYou know, I donât agree with this reform of yours.â
Dexter nodded. âYou seek stability.â
The older generation had their conservatism and was stubborn.
âYou need the support of the Olsen family to expand into new industries. I can provide that, but thereâs one condition you know.â Mark leaned on his cane, looking serious.
Dexter leaned one hand on the table, unconsciously twirling his pen.
âIf you support me, by the end of the year, Iâll double the Olsen familyâs profits for you.â
Mark picked up the pen and signed the document, his face heavy. âMake it public on Saturday, which is Joâs birthday.â
After signing, he got up. Leaning on Lauraâs support, he left the room.
Dexter continued to spin his pen. His face was dark and unreadable, devoid of emotion.
The other directors bid farewell and left. It wasnât until they were gone that Dexter lifted his chin slightly, signaling Larry to collect all the contracts.
The pen that had been spinning on his fingertips fell on the table with a sharp snap. He tilted his head.
slightly, looking in the direction of the surveillance cameras, his eyes empty but exuding an immense aura.
Josie felt as if they were making eye contact across the screen and instinctively turned her head away.
Morgan leisurely closed the laptop. âIt seems like Saturday is a big day.â
The image of Dexterâs eyes lingered in Josieâs mind. They were deep and impenetrable.
âI remember that Rivodia is skilled in artificial intelligence. Whether itâs semiconductors or blockchain, you have a competitive advantage.â
Morgan revealed a modest smile. âIndeed. Dexter is like a moth drawn to the flame.â
He was too confident, and Josie frowned for no apparent reason. âRussell Group has financial resources and support from the Olsen family. Donât underestimate them.â
Moreover, there was nothing Dexter couldnât accomplish.
Morgan turned his head. âResources obtained through marriage? Iâm not interested.â
Josieâs spine stiffened.
Morgan tapped on the table, and Ryan brought in another box.
âI never give counterfeits as gifts.â