Chapter 792 An Unexpected Encounter With Dexter
“What are you doing! Breaking the rules, are you?” Scott roared in anger. The person still looked defiant as he turned around to inspect other cars.
Josie gave Scott a serious look, then started the engine and drove straight to a parking spot. She then quickly walked back in her high heels.
“Sergeant Buncho, did you stop the investigation because you impinged on someone else’s interest? Tell me who it is as this is very important to me.”
Josie moved closer as she pleaded and grabbed the hem of Scott’s clothes.
“Mrs. Russell, I’ll handle these matters, but have you taken care of your own issues?” Scott, left with no other choice, had to say this.
Josie stiffened. It seemed like the whole world knew about her affairs now.
Scott was busy inspecting the vehicles, and Josie followed him wherever he went. “Nothing is more important than my father’s matter, Sergeant Buncho. You must have parents too, so could you empathize with me? Perhaps you may not have the ability to solve the matter, but you can tell me. Being outside the system, I can act more conveniently and cooperate with you more effectively.”
Scott remained silent.
Josie could only make guesses, asking, “The Olsen family? The Carter Group? Or Russell Group?”
She had guessed the three major forces in Wavery.
Scott continued to gesture to the driver he was dealing with to show his driving license without saying a word.
“At the beginning, you asked me multiple times whether Russell Group had any enemies. Is there anyone you suspect? Who are they?” Josie was extremely anxious. Her high heels on the uneven road made her legs ache.
Scott sighed in the face of her persistence. He walked up to the next car, tapped on the window, then turned to her and said, “None of them, Mrs. Russell. There’s no evidence yet. I can’t make unfounded claims.“
“You…” Josie trailed off because, at that moment, the face that appeared as the car window rolled down was a familiar one
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The person was wearing a pair of black-rimmed gla*ses, giving off a strong scholarly vibe. He looked at Josie with a troubled look. “Mrs. Russell.”
It was Larry.
Josie’s brows furrowed tightly as she realized with a start that this car looked very familiar. It was the Porsche that Dexter often used.
If Mr. Peeple is here, then…
Josie slowly lifted her gaze. The car window in the back seat was already gradually lowering. Under the illumination of the neon lights, the man’s eyebrows and eyes were distinct, his facial contours sharp, carrying an inescapable sense of oppression.
“Sergeant Buncho, we meet again,” Dexter said nonchalantly.
Scott sensed the subtlety, glanced at Josie, and said, “It’s indeed quite the coincidence tonight.”
After he finished the routine check on Larry, he moved on to the next car. Josie wanted to follow him. “I…”
Yet, for some reason, she didn’t try to keep up. Perhaps Dexter’s gaze was just too intense for
her to move.
Josie stood still, hesitating for a moment before saying, “I’ll be leaving first.”
“Josie.” Dexter suddenly spoke.
She halted.
“The lawyer has prepared the divorce papers. Come with me to get it.”
Josie remained still, yet she felt an unusual chill down her spine. She breathed in the summer night air, and after a moment, she turned and said, “All right.”
That sure is fast. It just takes a day or two? Russell Group’s lawyers are indeed efficient.
“But my car is still up ahead. I need to notify my staff to drive it back.”
“Someone has already gone to notify them.”
Following that came the sound of car doors opening and closing.
This car had been parked in the same spot for quite a while, causing dissatisfaction among those behind it. However, upon seeing the ostentatious license plate and the body of the car, no one dared to voice their complaints.
Josie moved to the other side, got in the car, and soon, the car started moving. The atmosphere was quiet and awkward, and there was space enough for two people between her and the man.
