hapter 902 The Listening Device Josie stood on the second-floor balcony, taking in the scene before her.
When the phone in her pocket vibrated relentlessly, she picked it up and answered, âHello.â
âIâll wait for you at the foot of the hill.â Morganâs voice rang out.
Out of respect, Morgan was also dressed in black. He sat in the driverâs seat, watching as Josie walked step by step toward him before getting into the car.
âI just received the news that Dexterâs grandfather has passed away.â Morganâs voice was calm, yet filled. with concern as he looked at her. âDonât cry too much. Itâs not good for your health.â
Josie, drained of energy, asked, âWhy are you looking for me?â
They sat in the car, shielded by a privacy film. From the outside, one couldnât see in, ensuring they wouldnât attract any attention.
âThe Russell family owes its current status to Old Mr. Russell. Over the years, people have feared of Dexter largely due to this reason. Now that heâs gone, the power dynamics in Wavery are bound to be reshuffled,â Morgan calmly described the current situation.
-Josie lowered her head, as she didnât have the energy to think about all that. Her mind was now in a complete mess.
âHavenât they already partnered with the Olsen family? Heather even showed up at the funeral. Iâm sure those people wouldnât dare to act recklessly.â
âHow long can it last?â Morganâs voice was persuasive and magnetic. âWhat Dexter is doing isnât a long- term solution. Every day that passes without him marrying Heather, the danger he faces grows. Of course, he might have other plans.â
He suddenly asked, âI heard that before Old Mr. Russell passed away, only Dexter and you were with him.
Josie was fiddling with her fingers. âOld Mr. Russell doesnât know weâre divorced. My presence was to give him some comfort.â
âThatâs as it should be. It also shows that Dexter trusts you a lot.â Once Morgan finished, he picking up a pen from the control panel. âThis is the most advanced listening device in the world. You can place it in Dexterâs office, study, or even his bedroom.
He cares about you so much, he wonât suspect you.â
Josie didnât respond, instead she looked at Morgan. âWhat are you trying to do?â
Morgan returned her look, seemingly puzzled. âIsnât this what you want, Josie? Youâre not still dreaming of reconciling with him, are you?â
The remark struck a chord within Josie. She averted her gaze as Dexterâs vulnerable figure surfaced in her mind.
âIf you donât do this, someone else naturally will. Weâre not the only ones keeping an eye on him.â
At that moment, a car whizzed past them in a domineering manner, heading straight up the hill.
Josie recognized the license plate number. It belonged to Arnoldâs Bentley, |||
1/2 Morgan let out a sigh, placing the listening device in her palm. âGo ahead. Itâs always better to be one step ahead of the others.â
Josie lowered her gaze to look at the object, then glanced at Morgan. In the end, she nodded after all.
In the evening, they had to keep vigil for the deceased. Heather was persuaded to return home, leaving behind only the close relatives of the Russell family. They were waiting for the dawn, to honor Henry with a ceremony in the ancestral hall.
Josie was essentially the only outsider, but she was different. Marilyn had specifically requested her to stay.
During the night, Josie spent a long time in the kitchen, making dozens of bowls of pasta for Marilyn to serve the family one by one.
As for Dexterâs portion, she personally brought it to him. âEat up. If you donât, you wonât have the strength for tomorrow.â
He sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the sky with a weary expression. He lifted his gaze and saw a fried egg lying on top of the pasta, garnished with some greens on the side.
âI almost forgot that you Can rook too.â
In the later stages of their time together, she seldom cooked, and he naturally forgot.
Josie placed it in front of him, her tone somewhat like coaxing a child. âAre you going to eat it or not?â
âJosie, I didnât intentionally miss our meeting that day. In my current position, there are many things that are beyond my control.â