On a secluded road, under the faint glow of the streetlights, a car stood still, exuding an aura of authority. Moses turned his head, “He’s waiting for you.”
The man sat in the back seat, a green stubble peeking out from his jaw. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his mood remained inscrutable. He toyed with a string of rosary beads in his hand, his movements slow. Yet, Josie felt a murderous intent emanating from him.
With a grit of her teeth, Josie opened the car door and slid in, draping herself over his shoulder. Her tone was teasing as she said, “You follow me wherever I go. Are you secretly in love with me?”
Dexter exerted some force to push her aside, “You’re quite brave, venturing alone into the lion’s den.”
Josie collapsed to one side, feeling that his tone was even more unpredictable. At this moment, he wasn’t as easygoing as he had been a few days ago.
“How did you know I was here? I’ve checked; no one was following me.”
Dexter glanced at her, his face backlit, making it hard to discern his expression. “Stop meddling and just focus on your studio. Even if you’re with Morgan, it’s enough to ensure a wealthy and peaceful life for your latter years. Why are you stirring up all this trouble?”
Josie wasn’t sure how much he knew, so she could only guess. She clenched her fists and chuckled lazily as she replied, “I’m getting back at Heather. She stole my husband, and I can’t take that insult.”
Dexter didn’t even bother to look at her as he said, “This is nonsense. It has nothing to do with her.”
“Still speaking up for her at this point? You must really care about her.”
He put the rosary beads away, bent down to lift her chin, his aura overpowering as he said, “The turmoil in Wavery is intense. Keeping you out of it is for your own good.”
Josie pursed her lips. “I don’t see it that way.”
“Didn’t you see what happened to Summer? How come you still haven’t learned your lesson?” he asked with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Josie’s body tensed up immediately. She looked at him in disbelief, “Y-You arranged that?”
Dexter absentmindedly stroked her chin without uttering a word. She was like a startled kitten, immobilized as she reflected on everything that had just happened.
“Wasn’t it Arnold? Only Arnold would have those things!”
Dexter chuckled softly. “In extraordinary times, one needs to take extraordinary measures. Thanks to the favor you did for me a while ago, I’ve put in quite a bit of effort to give Summer a taste of hardship. This is one of them.”
Josie’s lips were trembling as she mumbled, “It was you who got Summer addicted… Once she got addicted, she would constantly ask Arnold for it, and over time…”
“Sooner or later, Claudia will find out,” Dexter said, finishing her sentence.
Facing this man, Josie felt a chill down her spine. “Why?”
“To avenge you.” He always remembered the humiliation from the incident with the picture. She shook her head. “Was it also you who told Summer that she’s not your biological child?”
Dexter withdrew his hand, seemingly fed up. “No, that wasn’t me. Someone else had been talking too much.”
“So, you’ve known all along.” Josie couldn’t control her trembling once again. She never expected that Dexter had known from the start.
Her mind was spinning rapidly. If he had known earlier, it would mean that he had known all along that Liana was his only bloodline, and thus, he had indulged her wishful thinking. In all this, what’s being weighed and considered are interests.
Josie’s brows furrowed several times, the cold and restrained man in front of her instilled fear in her. At the stalemate, Moses came over and knocked on the car door, “Mr. Russell, everything’s been taken care of over there.”
Dexter simply nodded in acknowledgment, and Moses withdrew. Immediately after, several cars suddenly sped out of the club, heading straight out at a high speed.
