Chapter 866 Pop Has A Cluc
Morgan was right When Josie woke up the next day, all the major social media platforms were indeed flooded with paparazzi shots of Dexter and Heather
The photos showed Dexter escorting Heather to the Olsen Residence The two of them were captured whispering to each other for a while in front of the car. Only then did Heather leave, looking back every few steps she took.
Journalists likened them to a couple in the throes of passionate love.
Upon seeing this, Joste couldn’t help but sneer. They obviously hadn’t seen Dexter’s debauched demeanor that day in Zachariah’s office
The gossip corroborated the official news. The fact that these photos could be released proved that Russell Group indeed inked a business collaboration with the Olsen family.
As Josie practiced some yoga in the morning sun, her mind drifted back to the previous night. In the dimly lit café, she had asked Morgan, “The meeting just ended, and you already have the news. Do you have an insider?”
Morgan narrowed his eyes meaningfully. “Testing me, are you? Want my help?”
-I don’t understand. Why would I need your help?”
“To take some people down.”
“Who?” Josie’s winged eyeliner had been drawn longer than usual that day, giving off a rather intimidating
aura.
Morgan pondered her question and appeared to be carefully choosing his words. “A mistress? In every sense of the word.”
The smile at the corner of Josie’s mouth faded. She wasn’t sure how much Morgan knew about her situation or why he was so willing to help her, but one thing was certain – his intentions were far from simple.
With a playful look, Morgan lifted his coffee cup, clinking it against hers, producing a crisp sound.
“Until the hotel project is completed, I’ll be in Wavery. Call me any time.”
A jarring ringtone interrupted Josie’s reverie. She opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light.
The incoming call was unmistakably from Scott.
She picked up immediately. “Sergeant Buncho.”
“Ms. Warren, we have found some leads about your father, but…”
Scott trailed off in hesitation. Josie, anxious to the point of losing her composure, braced herself for the worst. “What do you mean,
“but?”
“Come out and meet me.”
They agreed to meet at a pasta restaurant outside the police station. Scott was already heartily enjoying his pasta as Josie arrived late to their meeting.
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Noticing her arrival, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and explained. “Thave important matters. to attend to this afternoon, so I can’t go too far I har no choice but to ask you to come here”
“It’s okay Josie sat in front of him, her face full of anxiety “Sergeant Buncho, what did you mean on the phone? What clues have you found
Scott pulled out a folder from his briefcase. Following certain lues, we’ve located the last place your father was seen before he disappeared”
Josie was taken aback as he opened the folder. “Are you suggesting my father didn’t disappear by the
seaside?”
“The beach is crowded, and there are eyes everywhere, It’s not easy to abduct someone without notice. unless, they willingly go with someone they know” Scott spoke about the case, his eyes shining brightly.
A stack of photos fell out of the folder. Scott’s finger rested on one of them, and he continued, “We followed this car and found a place.”
That car was just an ordinary Chevrolet Lightspeed.
Josie was flipping through the photos at a rapid pace. She quickly stopped as she recognized a familiar place.
Sky Palace?
That’s Arnold’s place.
Josie’s brows furrowed tightly as she looked at Scott, “This…”
“The last place this car was seen was right here.”
Scott took another bite of his pasta. “Still, our evidence collection hasn’t been going smoothly. The other party has been very cooperative, so we’ve managed to review the surveillance footage from that day. There was no one in the car, and the driver has no connection to your father whatsoever.”
Josie was surprised to see that the driver was actually one of Arnold’s men, a man named Scar.
She was perplexed. Although Paul’s mind wasn’t as sharp as it used to be, it wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t recognize people. It was impossible for him to follow a stranger.
