Dexter remained motionless, softly echoing Arnold’s words, “One night, one hour.”
Arnold stood behind him. A faint smile appeared on his face as he suddenly asked, “Arnold, do you know why you lost to me in the first place?”
Arnold narrowed his eyes. It was evident from the current situation that he had already won.
“You are too superficial.”
After Dexter finished speaking, he stood up and walked out without hesitation.
“What do you mean?” Arnold couldn’t help but ask.
“Nothing.” Dexter stood still, tilting his head slightly. “It’s time for me to leave.”
Arnold’s expression changed. He furrowed his brows, sensing that something was wrong. “Impossible… Did you-”
Just then, his phone, which was on the table, began to vibrate vigorously. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression growing even grimmer.
“Speak!”
After a while, Arnold stared intently at Dexter’s figure, his resentment intensifying.
Dexter became even more relaxed. “I forgot to mention that before Justin entered La Oriele, we implanted a tracking chip in him. No matter where he goes, I can always find him.”
Arnold felt a chill run through his body.
“I know you too well, Arnold. You might think that I would analyze your thought process, guessing that you wouldn’t put Paul and Justin together. But sometimes, reverse thinking is necessary. How long do you think it took me to devise this plan?” Dexter asked in return.
Arnold’s eyes turned cold.
“One minute.” Dexter turned around. “Of course, we must also include the time spent acting with you here today.”
“Impossible…”
“So, it’s La Oriele, huh? You’re certainly cautious. What a pity.”
He had just received news that they were eventually found in La Oriele.
If it hadn’t been for Arnold bringing Dexter and Josie here, he would never have let his guard down. Today was an accident, but also an opportunity.
Dexter strode out of the building. Larry had been waiting outside for a long time. “Arnold is cautious, constantly changing locations. In the end, we found them in La Oriele. Justin is injured.”
Dexter walked briskly. “What about Paul?”
“He… He’s alright,” Larry carefully stated. “However, over the past two years, his mind has suffered significant trauma. He can barely recognize anyone now.”
In the car, Josie finally regained her composure.
Upon seeing an old acquaintance, she asked in confusion, “What did you mean by the Bastille Group has fallen?”
Morgan carefully tended to her minor hand injury and said in a nonchalant tone, “A member of the Bastille family had breached ethical standards and was under scrutiny by the authorities. Almost the entire family was implicated.”
It must be serious.
“How could this happen? You’ve always been so cautious.”
“I am cautious, but there are those who are even more cautious than me.” Morgan managed a smile. “Take your ex-husband, for example. If it weren’t for him, perhaps the Bastille Group wouldn’t have ended up like this.”
Josie’s brows furrowed deeply. “In the two years that I was gone, were you all still at each other’s throats?”
“There are some things that can’t be solved just because you left.”
Josie hadn’t expected Dexter to be so ruthless as to reduce the Bastille Group to such a state.
Morgan now appeared forlorn, lacking the lively and energetic disposition he once possessed. He truly seemed pitiable.
