Chapter 800 Leaving Early
As the plane ascended into the sky, a multitude of lights from innumerable homes twinkled below. Dexter opted not for a private jet this time. Disguised behind a mask, he occupied a seat in business cla*s, engrossed in his laptop. Behind him, Larry had a clear view of Josie and her a*sistant positioned two seats. ahead on his left.
At that moment, Larry grasped the situation. Dexter had boarded this flight, setting aside his pride, all for her.
The flight from Wavery to Rivodia entailed a five-hour journey. The pa*sengers around, fatigued from the trip, had dozed off into slumber.
Among them, Josie lowered her gaze to power down her laptop. She quietly gave Angel some instructions regarding work before concluding. “Please wake me promptly if anything comes up.”
Dexter sported a bracelet on his wrist, emitting an air of elegance whenever he raised his arm. Yet, what truly captured attention beneath the backlight was the modest, una*suming ring adorning his ring finger.
Its surface was rugged, suggesting its value at best a few thousand which was a purchase from a shopping mall. Neither its craftsmanship nor its price aligned with his stature, yet he proudly wore it on his ring finger, never removing it.
Larry saw Dexter rise with a blanket in his hand, his tall figure crossing the quiet cabin. He appeared next to Josie, startling Angel almost to the point of screaming. “Mr. Russell…”
Before she could finish speaking, Dexter’s gaze remained fixed on Josie. He raised his hand, signaling Angel not to wake her up.
Dexter draped the blanket over Josie, who was drifting off to sleep. His large hand hovered in mid-air, motionless, as if he was hesitating. He lowered his head and stared for a moment, then seemed to give up. He clenched his fist and suppressed a cough at his lips before returning to his seat.
When she slept, her eyelashes would always quiver slightly, likely a sign of restless slumber. Her complexion was too pale, revealing the faint green veins beneath her skin.
Josie had arrived in Rivodia as the head of Russell Group’s project to participate in a conference. It wasn’t a grand affair, but it did draw the presence of a few financial magnates, and the media were scattered. everywhere. News had circulated that both Dexter and Josie would be in attendance, briefly igniting hopes of capturing some sensational photographs. However, to their astonishment, the moment they disembarked from the plane, the two of them went their separate ways through distinct exits, declining all interview requests.
Josie hadn’t expected Dexter to come, let alone that they would be on the same flight.
When she woke up and saw the blanket on her, she a*sumed it was Angel’s doing. Angel hesitated for a moment, recalling Dexter’s gesture, but said nothing.
At the conference, thanks to Dexter’s prior introductions to many of his connections, Josie had become acquainted with most of the attendees. They could exchange smiles and engage in discussions about business matters.
After the prominent figures had concluded their speeches, it was Dexter’s turn to deliver his address. Adorned in formal attire, his every gesture exuded grace and ease. The allure of a seasoned man
emanated from him, instilling a profound sense of rea*surance. It left no room for doubt that this man, no matter the circumstances, would always be there to protect you.
Josie was sitting across from him. The camera intentionally swept over her several times. She didn’t raise her head, pretending to take notes on the paper.
The conference was halfway through when she received a phone call and had to leave early.
It was Laura. “It’s all set. Every quarter at this time, Claudia will visit the famous church in Rivodia to worship.”
Josie took a private car and headed straight for the church. This place was bustling with throngs of tourists, a stark contrast to the quietude of Sousturham. However, it also seems to lack a certain degree of devotion.
“May God bless you. Madam, this place is already occupied by another pilgrim. It would be inappropriate for outsiders to disturb.” The abbot politely declined Josie’s inquiry.
“Apologies, could you please pa*s on a message for me? My name is Josie, I believe she would be willing to meet me.”
