Chapter 847 Involving The Police
Like a lion waking up, Dexter opened his eyes as these words were spoken.
Zachariah’s pupils dilated, “Did I guess right?”
The look in Dexter’s eyes turned slightly gloomy. “Don’t make wild guesses.”
The two of them had known each other for many years, so their friendship was deeply rooted. Zachariah could guess what he was thinking with considerable accuracy, which was why he was able to handle every matter so smoothly.
“I’m just saying. Josie and Liana are worlds apart, so be careful not to choose the wrong path.”
Perhaps it was due to his family background, but Zachariah always looked down on Josie. She had no influential family background, and she was seen as being out of her league by marrying Dexter. Morcover, her actions later on only worsened Zachariah’s impression of her.
She was nowhere near as precious as the one from the Olsen family.
Upon hearing those words, Dexter’s eyes grew colder and more ruthless. “I’ve never thought that I’ve chosen the wrong path.”
Zachariah hesitated for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant. Who exactly did he choose?
Dexter stood up and said, “I have drunk chamomile tea many times, but I have tasted nothing special. Take it out of my office.”
Noticing that he was clearly upset, Zachariah didn’t dare stick around any longer. He closed the box of tea leaves and took it away. As he reached the door, he ran into Larry, who greeted him respectfully, “Mr. Shaw.”
Zachariah raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “Do you like chamomile tea? I’ll give you some.”
Larry smiled awkwardly and glanced at Dexter as he replied hesitantly, “No one in Russell Group likes this
tea.”
“I actually think it’s okay. Your boss is in a bad mood, so I’d advise you not to say any further unless it’s something positive,” Zachariah said half-jokingly.
“Are you done?” Dexter raised his voice, clearly exasperated.
Zachariah clicked his tongue and quickly slipped away without saying another word.
Larry stepped forward and reported, “Mr. Russell, our ople have lost contact with Sky Palace. All things considered, however, Arnold couldn’t possibly hide someone in a place like a club. It’s too conspicuous
Dexter stood before the floor-to-ceillag window, overlooking the traffic and pedestrians below, who seemed as insignificant as ants. The look in his eyes was gloomy and inscrutable.
He said in a deep voice. “The most dangerous place is often the safest. Have your men keep a close eye on
at the club
his gang 2.
“I’ll arrange for surveillance.”
After Larry finished his report and was about to leave, Dexter suddenly called cut to him, “Was there a
1/2
Larry pondered for a moment before replying, “Yes, but there’s no updates. I’m not sure if it’s because there’s no progress in the investigation, or if he has encountered some obstacles.”
“What’s his name?”
“Scott Buraho.”
Find a way to keep him investigating. It’s easier to get things done at the club with the involvement of the police.”
Larry took note of everything, glancing at Dexter’s indifferent silhouette. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so cold anymore, but rather, it carried a touch of warmth.
“Mr. Russell… You sure are concerned about Ms. Warren’s matters. It’s just a pity that-”
Dexter lowered his gaze and finished the sentence for him, “It’s a pity she doesn’t appreciate my efforts.”
On the office desk, there was a pot of sunflowers that were about to bloom, its buds emitting a faint. fragrance.
This was the flower Josie had once picked from the greenhouse and placed on his desk. She said that she hoped when he was tired from work, seeing this flower would remind him of her, and he wouldn’t feei so exhausted.
“Don’t leave me, Dexter.” Her words, her laughter, and the vivid look in her eyes still lingered in Dexter’s. heart.
Back then, their relationship was still strong, and they hadn’t reached the point of divorce.
Dexter closed his eyes.
She probably never imagined that they would end up in such a situation.
