“Mr. Lockhart,” Dexter’s voice drawled out, “What about you?”
Seth was taken aback. “What?”
“Have you ever considered sitting in my position over all these years?”
Dexter’s eyes were as sharp as a knife’s edge, capable of piercing straight into someone’s heart.
Seth was startled before ingratiating lines carved his face. “Mr. Russell, my loyalty to you has never wavered over all these years. Not even for a second, and the heavens can bear witness to that. Moreover, I’ve always believed that Russell Group can only continue to thrive under your leadership!”
He spoke with absolute conviction and flattery. Seeing Dexter withdraw his gaze, he continued, “Rest assured, the shares in my hands will never be sold to Mr. Harrison.”
After hearing this, Dexter’s expression remained unreadable. He ordered his men to see the guest out. Once Seth had left, Larry stepped forward and whispered, “Should we keep an eye on Mr. Lockhart?”
Dexter hummed in agreement, picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip.
Larry hesitated for a bit, then added, “Mr. Russell, please don’t take this the wrong way, but Ms. Warren also holds some shares of Russell Group.”
The meaning of the words was apparent.
Before, Josie had never considered meddling in Russell Group’s affairs, but since Larry suddenly brought it up, she belatedly recalled that she did indeed possess some shares of Russell Group.
When they divorced, Dexter personally gave her one percent of it.
But what can this one percent do?
Dexter probably felt the same way and said, “Hers doesn’t count.” He didn’t want to involve her in the intricate and complex internal affairs.
The conversation ended, and Josie took off her headphones, sitting in a daze. Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Morgan.
The voice from the other side was as languid as ever. “Are you with Dexter?”
Josie walked barefoot to the balcony. With a hint of helplessness in her voice, she grumbled, “Why do you ask when you already know?”
He said playfully, “I’ve taken care of the matters in Rivodia, I should be able to return to Wavery in a couple of days. Are you aware of Russell Group’s internal strife?”
Josie furrowed her brows, feeling the chill of late autumn. “I’ve heard of it.”
“Dexter wants to expand his business overseas and needs the support of the Olsen family. The handover is likely to be completed at the wedding in two days. You… might want to give it some more thought.”
Even Morgan was hesitating. Josie fell silent for a moment. “Thought about what?”
“Put yourself in his shoes.”
The steady and confident footsteps echoed outside, drawing closer step by step. Josie, clutching her phone, pursed her lips and said, “You’re overthinking it.”
Morgan understood and said, “Once everything is over, come back to Rivodia with me. I’ll help you find your father. Instead of placing your trust in the police or Dexter, why not believe in me? I’m telling you the truth, Josie.”
At that moment, Josie’s back tensed. She didn’t catch the implications behind Morgan’s words. All she could hear was Dexter’s footsteps getting closer and closer.
“I’m hanging up.”
She turned around just as the man was pushing the door open. One stood in the light, while the other was shrouded in the shadows, their positions clearly defined.
Dexter’s gaze fell on her bare, pristine feet. Josie was reminded of past instances when he had scolded her for not wearing shoes, and she subconsciously brought her feet together.
“Why are you here?”
“To get my clothes.”
After they parted ways, nothing in the room was moved, including the items in the closet. Josie let out a sigh, bypassed him to shut the laptop, and waited in silence.
Dexter took his clothes and went into the bathroom, and the sound of water carried into the room. Josie’s phone vibrated, indicating a message from Morgan. It read: The Bastille Group and Russell Group are currently vying for the remaining projects after the Carter Group’s dissolution. If possible, can you help me find some documents?
Josie scrolled down, viewing the content of the documents. She had seen them before in Dexter’s study.
Perhaps fearing her reluctance, Morgan sent another text: Russell Group might not necessarily need these materials, so there’s no need to feel burdened. I’ve helped you a lot, Jo. Help me out just this once.
