Chapter 877 A Gift
Before Saturday could arrive, Josie was swamped with work on her end.
First, there were complications with the project at the seaside hotel project, with the person in charge on Russell Group side being uncooperative. To put it plainly, they were deliberately making things difficult. Josie’s design draft had been revised more than a dozen times, and in the end, the other party smiled and said, “Ms. Olsen, how about reverting to the first version?”
Josie’s expression changed immediately upon hearing this.
The person felt a chill down their spine, almost expecting her to flip the table.
However, she just smiled and said, “Is it okay if I submit it tomorrow?”
The person swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
While she was still fuming, Morgan made a call to her. She answered impatiently, “What is it?”
“Aren’t we a couple? Not seeing your boyfriend for a few days isn’t normal, is it?” Morgan’s voice came through, and there were other voices in the background.
Josie replied boldly, “You’re taking yourself too seriously. I don’t have time right now.”
“When will you have time?”
Josie replied sarcastically, “Go kill Dexter for me.”
She stared at the design on the computer, gritting her teeth in frustration.
Morgan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. “That’s a bit troublesome, but it’s not impossible.”
Josie wasn’t in the mood for his banter and shook her head. “Where to?”
“I’m heading to a landmark in Wavery. I’ve never had the chance to visit it. It’s the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.”
Josie raised an eyebrow.
Mandarin Oriental Hotel was famous for its nightlife. When Josie arrived, Morgan was wearing a casual floral shirt. He stood at the entrance, taking photos. He looked like a carefree young master as he remarked, “It’s a whitewashed La Oriele.”
Josie stepped into his shot. “Mr. Bastille, did you bring a few billion here to gamble?”
Morgan pressed the shutter and said, “You seem pretty irritated.”
“If you had to revise the drafts over a dozen times, you’d be irritated too.”
He laughed and took her backpack, which felt heavy because of the laptop.
Morgan didn’t come here to gamble. He asked for a private room and sat down quietly to have a meal. He waited until Josie put down her fork before signaling Ryan to come over.
He was holding a transparent box, and inside, there was a piece of porcelain.
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“I bought this a while ago. It’s for you.”
Josie was surprised. The porcelain seemed to be an antique porcelain bowl from the Turan dynasty It was finely crafted and valuable in today’s market.
She didn’t understand. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“It’s my gift for you. I picked it out carefully.”
Josie looked at it closely. As a designer, she had a keen sense of these artifacts. She had learned how to appraise genuine items from Morgan during her university days.
The glaze on this piece flowed smoothly, and the colors were natural, almost indistinguishable from modern craftsmanship. But….
“You’re giving me a fake.” She saw through it immediately.
Morgan was staring at her face all along. At this moment, he completely gave up his act. “Looks like you haven’t forgotten what I taught you.”
Josie scolded him for doing that..
He casually took out her laptop and placed it on the table. “Password. Let me take a look at your design.”
When he said this, it was as if he was back to his old ways when he taught her professionally.
Josie reluctantly typed in the password to unlock it for him.
“Now that you’re a big shot, you still remember your profession?” she asked sarcastically.
The design was fine; the problem lay with Dexter. He was deliberately making things difficult for her intentionally.
“It’s really hard for me now.” Morgan sighed. He typed a series of codes on the computer quickly. Soon, al surveillance feed appeared on the screen. “Let’s see something that I can understand.”
